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“No. He’s not anywhere.”
She grabs her phone and raises it to her ear. “Trent, I don’t know where you are, but please call me back.” Presley disconnects the phone. “I’m sure he’s fine. Maybe he went to clear his head.”
“For two hours?”
“I don’t know . . .”
“Yeah.” I sigh. “I don’t either.”
“I’m sure he’ll turn up. He could’ve gotten called for work?”
That’s possible. A call could’ve come in, and because he’s the sheriff, he would have to go. Although, I’m not totally sure that’s it. He would’ve said goodbye. I can’t put my finger on it, but my gut is telling me something is off.
We head back to the waiting room where everyone is sitting around. Everyone except him. “Did he come back?”
“No.” Wyatt shakes his head and looks around. “Anyone else see him?”
No one has, which makes the knots in my stomach twist tighter. “I’m going to head to the house and check the station.” I grab my purse and turn to the door, but Zach stops me.
“Let us know when you find him.”
I nod and shoot off another text.
Me: I’m getting worried. Please tell me you’re okay.
He doesn’t respond, and now I’m running to the car trying to figure out where Trent would have gone on foot since he didn’t drive here in his own car.
I call him three times, and all of them go straight to voice mail. No text messages back, nothing. This isn’t like him. Even when he would pull away, it was never radio silence. And if it were a work thing, he’d have texted me back.
I pass the station, and his squad car sits in the lot, but he is not there. The deputy on duty hasn’t seen him but promised to let me know if he hears from him, which isn’t very helpful.
This is crazy.
My mind reels as fear starts to take hold. I don’t know where he is or if something is wrong. After the way he was in the hospital, I can’t imagine him taking off like this.
I go to his house, and his truck isn’t there either.
Shit.
I check inside, just in case, and nothing is missing or moved. Where the hell did he go?
There’s no telling why he left like that. I call Presley, giving her the rundown of all the places Trent isn’t. Before I hang up, I let her know to tell everyone I’m headed home to wait for him and I’ll call if I find him.
All I can do now is hope for the best.
* * *
It’s beenfifteen hours and no sign of Trent. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve called him. He must’ve shut his phone off because it doesn’t even ring anymore.
I try to keep calm, but nothing makes sense. He’s changed so much over the last few months. He’s been steadfast, strong, and even with his father being sick, he’s been happy. He wouldn’t leave like this. He promised me he wouldn’t just leave like this.
I head back to the hospital, hoping maybe he’ll materialize there.
Angie walks over and embraces me. “I’m sure he’ll show up. He couldn’t go far without someone seeing him.”
“It’s been hours.” My voice trembles. “No one has heard from him?”
She shakes her head.
