Theodore stood at the bedroom door for what felt like forever, trying to keep his anger from boiling over. He pulled out his phone and made a call.


    The call went through, but no one picked up.


    Theodore gripped his phone tight, thinking he''d been way too soft on hertely.


    He walked into the bedroom and chucked his phone on the bed. The more he thought about it, the madder he got. He stormed into the bathroom, took a hot shower, and came out, staring at his phone, lost in thought. After the blow-up with Phoebe that afternoon, she hadn''te back to the office. Her coat and bag were still there, and he was pretty sure he''d seen her phone on her desk before he left.@@novelbin@@


    Theodore figured Phoebe was still pissed and didn''t want to be around him, so he didn''t bother asking where she was. But now, thinking back, something felt off.


    He picked up his phone and dialed Phoebe''s number again. It rang and rang until it went to voicemail, but no one answered.


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