--------Meanwhile, at Erica's dorm, she paced back and forth, her eyes fixed on her phone, her footsteps echoing off the walls. Lisa sat on the bed, watching her with a concerned expression, her brow furrowed.Erica stopped pacing and turned to face Lisa, her eyes darting towards the phone again, her hand reaching out to grab it as if willing it to ring. Lisa raised an eyebrow, her head tilting slightly to the side."Thirty minutes, Erica," Lisa pointed out, her voice soft but firm. "You've been wearing a hole in the floor for thirty minutes."Erica shrugged, her shoulders rising and falling in a jerky motion, her eyes avoiding Lisa's gaze. She began pacing again, her feet carrying her across the room in quick, nervous strides.Lisa sighed, her breath escaping in a soft whoosh, and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet thudding against the floor. She stood up, her movements fluid and graceful, and crossed the room to where Erica was pacing."Hey, hey, slow down," Lisa sai
~At the Cafe~-------Erica dialed Mark's number again, her fingers flying across the keypad as she waited anxiously for him to pick up."Hey, this is Mark. Leave a message……" his voicemail greeting sounded cheerful, but Erica was anything but cheerful as she listened to it yet again."Ugh!" she groaned, her frustration palpable. "Mark, where are you? Pick up, pick up!" she spoke into the phone, as if willing him to answer.But, just like the last five times she had tried, his phone went straight to voicemail. She growled in frustration, her eyes flashing with worry, and tapped her foot impatiently on the floor of the cozy cafe.Connor, who was sitting opposite her at a small table by the window, folded his arms across his chest and shook his head. "I told you, Erica, I've tried calling him several times. It's like he's vanished into thin air."Erica kept trying Mark's number, her eyes fixed on the screen as she waited for a response that never came. She drummed her fingers on the tab
--------Erica placed her phone on the table, her fingers drumming against the surface as she waited for Detective Jake to arrive. She crossed her legs, her eyes fixed on Connor, who sat opposite her.Connor didn't meet her gaze, instead, his eyes scanned the cafe, his brow furrowed in concentration. He sipped his coffee, his movements slow and deliberate.Erica's eyes narrowed, her voice firm. "Why did you follow Mark's advice and start following me?" she asked, her gaze piercing.Connor's eyes snapped back to hers, his expression guarded. "I told you, Erica. Mark was worried about you. He thought something was off."Erica's eyes flashed with anger. "And you just went along with it? Without even questioning his motives?"Connor shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling in a casual motion. "Mark was my friend. I trusted him."Erica's eyes rolled, her skepticism evident. "Trusted him? He sent you to spy on me and find out who I was with, and you went along with it!" She threw up her h
------Meanwhile, one male and one female, intrepid hikers, are making their way up the trail head of a hot springs canyon. It’s a tough climb; it’s a tough climb as the trail is still muddy from the winter’s rain and hasn’t been cut back on by the forest service since the fall. But they'd wanted to get out for over a month, and they’re experienced, so they plunged along, breaking trail if they had to. Jack, their black lab, races ahead of them, then behind them, then ahead of them again.They keep to one side of the stream. It’s running full and has been since before Christmas too full and fast to cross. The rocks you’d normally use as stepping stones are either submerged or too slippery to step on. A fall and you'll be wet, cold, and likely injured.The trail switches back, and they climb in single file, the actual width no more than two feet, barely wide enough to traverse. The dog, Jack, running ahead, is barking loudly, racing up and down in a small circle near where a piece of t
--------While they were on their way to the station, Erica heard her phone ring. She pulled it out of her pocket and saw that it was Lisa calling. She hesitated for a moment, her thumb hovering over the answer button. She glanced at Connor and Detective Jake, who were engrossed in their own conversation. She decided not to answer, not wanting to worry Lisa or discuss anything in front of the detective. Her phone vibrated again, revealing a text from Lisa."Hey, Erica! Everything okay? You're not answering my calls. Worried!"Erica's eyes scanned the message, her brow furrowed in concern. She didn't want to worry Lisa, but she also didn't want to lie to her. She texted back a quick reply, her fingers flying across the keyboard."Hey, Lisa! I'm fine. Don't worry. Just busy with some stuff. Will talk to you later."As she hit send, she chewed on her lower lip, feeling a mix of anxiety and guilt. She didn't want to keep things from Lisa, but she also didn't want to burden her with her ow
-------As Detective Jake pulled back the sheet, Erica's eyes widened in shock. Her body froze, her breath caught in her throat. The face of the victim was pale and gaunt, with sunken eyes that seemed to stare into nothingness. Erica's heart raced as she took in the sight, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing.She felt like she was in a nightmare, like this was all some sick joke. But the sight of Mark's lifeless body told her that this was all too real.Connor's voice was barely above a whisper. "Is that...?"Erica's nod was almost imperceptible. Her eyes remained fixed on Mark's face, her gaze frozen in horror. "Yes, it's Mark."Erica's nod was almost imperceptible. Her eyes remained fixed on Mark's face, her gaze frozen in horror. "Yes, it's Mark."Sebastian's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. But Erica didn't notice. She was too busy staring at Mark's lifeless body, her mind reeling with grief.Tears began to well up in her eyes, and she felt her body start t
Chapter 118: A Sleepless Night.---------The ride back to Erica's dorm was quiet, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the occasional sniffle from Erica. Sebastian's grip on the wheel was tight, his knuckles white with tension. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his jaw clenched in determination.Erica sat in the passenger seat, her eyes fixed on her lap. She was still trying to process what had happened, her mind reeling with grief and guilt. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she was somehow responsible for Mark's death.Sebastian glanced over at her, his eyes softening slightly. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.Erica shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears again. "No, Sebastian, I can't," she sobbed, her body shaking with grief."Connor was right, it's my fault that Mark died. If he hadn't gotten involved in this... he probably would still be alive right now."Sebastian's face fell, his eyes filled with sadness and concern. He park
------Sebastian drove off, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. Connor's words flashed in his head, "This is your fault, Sebastian. If you hadn't gotten involved with Erica, Mark would still be alive." He felt a surge of anger and frustration, slamming his fists on the steering wheel. "Why did Mark have to snoop around? Why did he have to get involved in this?"He pulled over to the side of the road, unable to focus on driving. He parked his car and leaned back in his seat, running his hands through his hair. His phone rang, breaking the silence. He hesitated for a moment before answering it."Hey, Luke," Sebastian said, his voice flat."Hey, man! Long time no talk! Where have you been?" Luke's voice was loud and cheerful, a stark contrast to Sebastian's somber mood.Sebastian sighed, rubbing his face. "I've been around, Luke. Just dealing with some stuff.""Stuff? What kind of stuff? You know I'm always here to listen, right?" Luke's tone was concerned, but Sebastian wasn't