Chapter Twenty-Six

Hue stood in front of Sasha's apartment door, a frown creasing his brow. It was late, and the hallway of the building was quiet, with only the faint hum of the elevator at the far end. He hadn't seen Sasha since the party, and she hadn't returned any of his calls or texts throughout the weekend. Normally, she was quick to respond, always eager to reassure him, but this silence had him on edge.

He knocked on the door again, more forcefully this time, hoping she was just inside and hadn't heard the first knock. But there was no sound, no movement from the other side. He pulled out his phone, checked the time, and tried calling her again. The call went straight to voicemail. His suspicion began to gnaw at him. Where could she be?

As he stood there, waiting, his mind started to race. Could she be with someone else? The thought made his stomach churn with a mixture of jealousy and anger. Sasha had always been loyal and devoted to him, but something had fallen off lately. She'd been distant