Chapter One Hundred and Seventy‑Three
Why did he even pick up the call when he knew he was busy?
"Be at the apartment in the next twenty minutes!" Asli snapped into the phone. She didn't wait for a reply. She ended the call and flung the phone into the back seat like it had burned her fingers.
She could've said it over the phone. She knew that.
But how did one say this over the phone?
Her hands tightened around the steering wheel as the city blurred past. Her chest felt tight, breaths coming too fast, and too shallow. What did she even want from him? Reassurance? A plan? Or just someone else to carry the weight of the fear crushing her ribs?
This would be the worst time if she were pregnant. But then, she was afraid the timing wasn't the only bad thing here.
By the time she pulled into his apartment complex, her skin felt too tight on her bones.
