Pacing

Ike's POV

"Hello," I say as I hear the dial tone end. "Hello?"

"Shit!" I exclaim when I heed the beeping noise that indicates the connection is futile.

"What the fuck?" I implore, gawking at the device in irritation.

"Ana, where are you?" I query, pacing the floored space of the hallway wher...

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