Alluring Specimen

"What do you mean that she's not picking up?" I ask in a frantic panic. I watch as Calvin paces back and forth. He keeps doing this until then stops and turns to me. The dread is still fresh on his face. Instead of his suit being iron-pressed like usual, it is wrinkled; like his brow.

"I mean, that she hasn't responded to my texts and didn't pick up my calls," Calvin rushes out. He paces back and forth, and worry is plastered on his face. I sigh and walk up to him. I place him into my arms around him and embrace him. Seeing his worry for his sister makes me upset.

He places his head on my shoulder. His labored breathing slows down. I expect him to break apart, but we stay like this for a little while longer.

I am not in a good space right now, either. Both of us have been trying to contact Christine after Vittorio told me that she hasn't been replying to his texts. Sometimes she will go to visit Calvin.

However, her whereabouts were unknown the moment he said he didn't know. Tha