Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Clarke threw his phone onto the bed and sank down beside it, resting his head in his hands. He sat there for a moment, lost in thought. “Where are you, Callie?” he mumbled to himself, his voice tinged with frustration and worry.

He glanced at the phone lying next to him, its screen cracked but still functional. With a heavy sigh, he picked it up again and began scrolling through pictures of Calliope—photos from when they first became friends. Each image was a reminder of her vibrant smile, her laughter, and the life they had shared before everything became so complicated.

He paused on a photo of them at a small café, both grinning widely as they clinked coffee cups. The memory was bittersweet now, a stark contrast to the uncertainty he felt. Clarke’s heart ached as he studied each picture, trying to piece together any clue that might lead him to her. His mind raced with memories and regrets, the weight of his actions pressing down on him.

"Why did things have to get so comp