Chapter Forty

When I scramble to my feet, my tear-stained cheeks cold from the wind, I feel incredibly stupid.

Has this been his plan all along? Surely, someone could not fake those words, those feelings... He couldn't be that good of an actor.

Something... Something has happened. That is the only thing I can believe. That thought is the very string keeping my sanity together. My fingers feel numb when I dial his number again.

"Hello, you've reached the voice mail of ---" I let out a groan of anger as I am tempted to throw my phone at the ground.

I numbly walk to the locker room. It's dark. The only sounds I can hear is my quickened breathing and one of the taps drizzling water into the basin beneath it.

"Miles?" I whisper, before clearing my throat. "Miles?"

No answer.

Beginning to feel creeped out, I take a deep breath and turn my phone light on. I roam through the darkroom, hoping that nothing will jump out to scare m