Two days later, Ryan was idling over a bottle of wine in his office— an attempt to clear the bustling thoughts in his head. He was yet to get any handy information about Ava. The door opened and his friend, Erik, walked in swiftly. “Good morning, Ryan,” he greeted him as he got to the table. “Any luck?” Ryan asked immediately, waving the greeting off. Erik heaved a sigh and stroked his hair. “Nothing yet, man.” Ryan punched hard on the table. “Ava couldn't have disappeared into the thin air, Erik. That's not even possible.” Erik straightened his posture and rubbed both hands together. “Well, it seems so. I went to where she used to work. And yes, the restaurant has been shut down. Perhaps, they moved.” There was a moment of silence. Ryan said nothing. His frustrations were visible on his face. He thought about the pregnancy. Ava didn't say a word to him about it. He wanted to make things right. But Ava was not giving him the ground to do so. “Hmm,” Erik exhaled. “Ryan,
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