Stalking you?

Drake’s POV

I was halfway into my morning coffee and toast when my phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. My eyes froze at the number reflected on the screen, a call from Charlotte's father was the last thing I had expected. I delayed responding for a second as I wracked my brain for what Charlotte’s father could possibly want with me, especially that early in the morning.

My brow furrowed with the answer, my voice carefully neutral. "Good morning, sir. What can I do for you?"

Her father’s voice on the other end was firm and authoritative, his weight carrying into that morning call to make me sit up a little straighter. "Drake, I need you to pay me a visit this morning. It's urgent."He said

I felt a prickle of unease. Charlotte’s father was a man who rarely made demands unless it was something serious. My mind began to whirl with possibilities. Had something happened, was everything alright? Or, more disturbingly, had something surfaced about Valerie? The latter thought made my stomach