CHAPTER 18

Alex

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In my office, I sat with my eyes fixed on my phone screen. Two days had passed, and the tick hadn’t doubled—let alone turned blue. I had attempted to call, but the call wasn’t going through.

“Do you think she has a new number?” I questioned, my gaze shifting back to Benjamin.

“If she did, I can get it,” Benjamin reassured, casually toying with the strands of his beard. "Now, can we concentrate?” He quickly added.

I dropped my phone on the table between me and Benjamin. Benjamin had been occupied with work, so we hadn’t had a chance to meet, and some conversations are just better had in person.

I recounted my confrontation with Mia to him.

Benjamin nodded his head attentively. “So she reacted but denied it,” he reiterated.

“Now the question is, why?” I spread on the sofa. “I can’t just seem to wrap my head around it.” With a quick motion, I swirled my fingers in the air.

Confronting her would do no good; she would also deny it. I pinched my nasal bridge as