hapter 45

Chapter 45

Before she could protest, Harrison waved down a server and ordered a plate of breadsticks and a glass of orange juies,

“These should help,” he said, watching her carefully.

Sarah smiled faintly. “Thanks, Harrison. I didn’t mean to worry you”

“You didn’t,” he replied, his tone light but firm. “But you should take better care of yourself. Running around all day without eating? That’s not like you.”

Harrison sat at the edge of his seat, his foot tapping anxiously against the tiled floor of the restaurant.

He waved at the server for what felt like the fifth time, his patience thinning

“Can you please hurry with the order? It’s kind of urgent,” he urged, his voice polite but edged with concern.

The server nodded briskly and disappeared into the kitchen.

Harrison sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he cast a glance at Sarah, who sat quietly across the table.

Her face was pale, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her water glass.

He couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. “Sarah deserves better than this, he thought, his chest tightening.

She was kind, patient, and always thoughtful of others, yet it seemed like no one truly valued her–not Arnold, not Arnold’s friends, and certainly not the people who should have been her support system.

“Food will be here soon,” Harrison said, breaking the silence.

Sarah offered a faint smile. “Thanks, Harrison. I didn’t mean to make a fuss.”

“It’s not a fuss,” he replied firmly. “You have every right to take care of yourself. And if you won’t, someone else should.”

and Alex pulled

midnight, the air cool and silent.

car engine faded as Arnold cut

been long, filled with Linda’s chatter and the ever–present buzz of

villa, Arnold frowned slightly.

house was

at this hour, Sarah would be up, waiting

how their evening went, no matter how late they returned.

was

his tie and called out, “Sarah?” His voice echoed in the stillness, met only by the soft hum of the central

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asked, looking

turned to one of the

“Luna hasn’t been home all day,

hasn’t been

else.

sir,” the maid

something to deal with at her family’s place,” Arnold muttered, dismissing the concern with

in his head–Sarah had only contacted him once through a mindlink, which he had promptly

felt like a missed

Alex bounded down the stairs, his

about Linda’s race and how amazing she had

a way of making everything feel special, even stories

as he knocked on her bedroom door. No response.

open, he found the

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