Silas's POV
Two days had passed without a word from Bella. No texts, no calls, nothing. I kept telling myself she was swamped with work or maybe her phone was dead, but something felt wrong. Every time I glanced at my phone, this nagging feeling twisted in my stomach.
By midday, I couldn't pretend to focus anymore. My office felt like a cage. Documents sat scattered across my desk, most of them reports I hadn't bothered reading. Paolo had delivered a folder that morning, Vesta's old medical files that I'd requested after our last conversation. I hadn't planned to review them today, but my restless energy needed somewhere to go.
I ripped open the file and began scanning through the pages. Initially, everything looked routine. Standard medical terminology, regular appointments, prescription records, lab results. Then something made me pause. The hospital names changed partway through the records. The timeline didn't match what Vesta had told me either.
