#Chapter 353: Loose Ends

Karl The clock ticks on infuriatingly as I sit in the silent hotel room. Tick, tick, tick. God, I want to rip that thing out of the wall. My fingers, needing some kind of distraction, pick at the loose threads on the bed sheets. But all the while, my eyes are only fixed on one thing: my phone. It sits silently on the bedside table, unmoving. It’s a constant reminder that she’s not calling me. And maybe she doesn’t intend to. I left the flowers at Damon’s estate last night, and still no word from Abby. Part of me wonders if she even received the flowers at all, but… No. Damon promised, and he seemed completely sincere. I just need to wait. Abby will call; I’m sure of it. Still, I’ve been telling myself that I just need to wait for over twelve hours now; but my waiting has proven nothing. I thought that Abby would at least send me a text after receiving the flowers, but she hasn’t said a word. At one point in the middle of the night last night, when I couldn’t sleep