I head back toward the kitchen to see Margaret is there, moving around like usual
"Where’s Elaine?" I ask not bothering with greeting.
She turns to me immediately.
"Oh.....she went out," she says.
"Went out?"
My voice drops slightly.
"With Aaron."
That stops me Completely.
"With Aaron?" I repeat.
My mind starts ticking immediately.
"When?"
"Sometime during the day," she replies.
I nod slowly but something already feels off..
"Why wasn’t I informed?" I ask.
My tone sharpening just slightly
Margaret hesitates.
"I... I thought....."
"I gave strict instructions," I cut in.
"Anytime she leaves the house, I get notified."
My jaw tightens. No one disobeys that, no one. I pull my phone out immediately and call her. It rings once, twice then...Voicemail.
My chest tightens as I try again bt it’s the same thing. Straight to voicemail.
A cold feeling settles in my gut as I switch to Aaron. It rings and rings and rings. No answer.
Now my jaw clenches hard, Something is definitely wrong. I can feel it.
I don’t waste another second.
"Thomas," I call out.
He appears almost immediately but the moment I see his face.... I know Something is wrong.
"What is it?" I demand.
My voice drops dangerously.
"What the fuck is going on?"
Thomas hesitates just for a second but I catch it.
"I was just about to inform you," he says carefully.
My patience snaps instantly.
"Say it."
His expression hardens.
"They were attacked," he says and my stomach drops.
"What?"
"At the ice cream shop they went to."
My hands curl into fists at my sides.
"What do you mean attacked?"
My voice is low now bt Thomas knows to take a small step back.
"Shots were fired," he says
"They got caught in it."
"What do you mean ’caught in it’?" I ask
"Who shot at them?"
Thomas swallows.
"We’re still gathering details, but....."
"But what?"
He exhales.
"They were shot at inside the shop."
The room goes completely still as something dark settles deep in my chest. My fist hits the wall before I even realize I’ve moved, the impact cracking through the room. Pain shoots up my arm, sharp and immediate, but I don’t care cause I barely feel it.
"When?" I demand my voice rough.
Thomas doesn’t flinch, but I see the way his shoulders stiffen.
"It happened about a few hours ago," he says carefully.
A few hours..... My chest tightens so hard it feels like something is squeezing the air out of me.
"hours?" I repeat.
My hand curls into a fist again, blood smearing slightly against the wall where my skin split.
"And I’m just hearing about it now?"
Thomas exhales quietly.
"You were in the meeting with the investors," he says.
I turn to him sharply.
"And?"
"I don’t care who was sitting in front of me. I don’t care what deal was on the table."
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