Page 124 of Breaking Point

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“It’s my job. I have to.”

“I know you can, but can you do itwell?”

Turns out I can’t, not when Bella is missing.

Chapter 32

Grayson

FRIDAY

BELLA

CONGRATULATIONS!!!

you played so well, you should be proud :)

GRAYSON

Thanks Blaze x

SATURDAY

GRAYSON

How are the gummy bears treating you?

Hey, just checking in, I haven’t heard from you. Is everything okay?

Bella?

SUNDAY

GRAYSON

I’m sorry if I’ve done something to offend you but could you please just let me know you’re okay?

I’m starting to worry. Please call me when you can

Bella please

I’m coming home early

Irun through the airport like a mad man and I don’t care. Couldn’t force myself even if I had to. The moment that final buzzer sounded I took off, not remotely concerned for the fine I’ll be sent for not turning up to post-game press.

Money feels like Monopoly in this moment. I don’t care how much I have to spend on an earlier flight home to Colorado, I don’t care how much the NHL will fine me, I don’t care about anything besides finding Bella.

Lucy texted after the game. I was already on my way to the airport when it came in that she hadn’t heard from Bella.

I’m grateful I didn’t have to twist Lucy’s arm for her address. I already had it from that first date I took her on and spat out the directions to the taxi driver. Yes, taxi driver—I didn’t want to wait even ten minutes for an Uber.

So that brings me to now, throwing down three hundred dollars, not caring that I just overtipped the guy that reeks like a chain smoker—it’s the least I could do for my frantic energy. The trunk is barely popped before I’m ripping my suitcase out and charging for her front door.

The lights are off, the house seemingly deserted, and yet her car is in the driveway. It’s dry beneath it despite the cold rain trickling down.

She hasn’t driven in it for at least several hours. I suppose that means nothing—she could have gotten an Uber—but something deep in my gut knows that isn’t the case.

I check the usual suspect spots for a spare key. I lift the welcome mat—nothing.

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