EIGHTY THREE

It had been two days, and Sin wasn't back yet; he left the day after Luna came for some work outside but hadn't been back, nor had Luca. Sin, no matter how busy he was, always came back home to me, even if he had to stay out late to take care of business. I tried calling Luca and Sin, but it just went straight to their voicemail. I was really getting worried.

Samantha kept telling me that Sin was capable of taking care of himself and that he was probably busy. But that did nothing to stop the ball of nerves in my throat as fear gripped my heart at the thought of something bad happening to him. I checked the time on the alarm clock beside the bed to see it was 9:30 p.m., but I couldn't go to sleep due to anxiety and worry. I picked up my phone to call Sin and Luca again, but it went to their voicemail like it had for the past two days.

I didn't know how long I sat on the bed, staring into nothingness, hoping for him to come back home. I didn't realize I fell asleep waiting for him unti