Page 58 of Fight Me Daddy

Ama: Gabe...

Gabriele: For once fuck off!

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and grabbed my jacket. What I needed was a shower and more than that I needed Calix. I needed to touch him, hold him, and know that he was safe and he wasn't going away.

A thought came to me and I fumbled as I dug into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I pulled up the tracking app that connected with Calix's bracelet and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that he was still at home.

Calm down. He's okay.

My heart refused to believe that and the rising panic that clawed at my throat was just as sure. I had to go see Calix.

Nothing else mattered.