Lilac stepped out of the building, her heels clicking against the pavement as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the city skyline. She paused near the curb, scanning the street.
Stanley's car was nowhere in sight.
Her brow furrowed in confusion. That's odd. Stanley had never missed picking her up before—not once. Frowning, she pulled out her phone and dialed his number. The call rang... and rang... but no answer.
"What the—?" she muttered, glancing at the screen as the call ended without response. She tried again, this time walking a few paces down the sidewalk, but it went straight to voicemail.
Unease prickled at her skin.
She remembered him mentioning he was going to meet Logan earlier today, but he'd been clear—he'd be back in time to pick her up. Stanley wasn't the type to just disappear. Not without a word.
