Abel
I turn over and swing my arm around, expecting it to wrap around Amara's body. Instead, it drops to the bed. My eyes open and I groan when she's not there. Damn it, I really wanted to cuddle.
Yawning, I get out bed and go downstairs, my eyes half-closed. I guess I'll have to go and get my cuddles myself. I frown when I see Amara's not in the living room. I go over to the kitchen, expecting her to find her stuffing her face.
My body freezes when my eyes fall on the contents on the table. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Amara found it!
I start panicking. What did she think when she saw it? Why didn't she come and talk to me? Where did she even go?
I run out the kitchen and up the stairs into my bedroom. I start dialling her number. It goes to voicemail. "No, no, no," I say to myself. I dial her number again. "Please pick up. Pick up!" It goes to voicemail again and I chuck my phone against the wall. I hear the screen crack but I don't bother with it. I sit on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands, cursing to myself.
I should've got rid of that envelope. Why didn't I? Amara was going to find it one way or another. I just need to explain to her what it all means.
I get up and grab my phone. I decide to call another ten times. Wherever Amara is, I'm sure she's seeing how many times I've called her. She'll give up and answer one of my calls.
She doesn't.
I decide to text her instead, hoping that she'll get them and read them.
Baby, where did you go?
Please come back.
I can explain.
Please just come home.
I squeeze my eyes shut and sigh heavily. I can't believe Amara just left. She didn't even confront me about it. She just left. Where the hell did she even disappear to? Her dad's? Did she tell him about the pictures?
I feel my breathing get heavier when I think about my unborn baby.
After a long time, I get up and go over to the closet, deciding that I'm going to go to her dad's office. Sure enough, she'll be at work by the time I get there.
My blood runs cold when I see that half her clothes are missing. How did I not hear her packing her stuff last night? I punch the closet, hard, feeling the anger taking over me.
With gritted teeth, I quickly get changed and leave the house. I get in my car and drive to Amara's dad's office.
When I arrive, it's 9.01. Amara's not sitting at her desk in front of her dad's office like she normally does. Neither is she in her dad's office. She's probably late at usual.
I knock on her dad's office. He looks up surprised to see me and I push open the door. "Abel?" he asks. "What are you doing here?"
"Um, is Amara here?" I want to know.
He frowns. "She called in sick a couple of minutes ago," he tells me. A couple of minutes ago? That means she's seen my texts, seen all the calls, but she's ignoring me. He squints and narrows his eyes. "I thought you'd know, since you both live together?"
"Uh, yeah," I say. I clear my throat. "No, it's just that I left early today and she told me she'd be coming to work - I thought she'd be here, but she's not, so I'll just go." I turn around and start walking out his office, but he calls me back.
"Abel!" he shouts. I turn around, raising my eyebrows. "I'm really glad Amara has you. You make her happy and I can see how much she loves you. I know you'll both make good parents."
