Page 168 of When We Fall: Part Two
“I’ll go—” E started.
“Stay,” I snapped. “If she comes home, call us.”
E nodded and stepped away.
I sent up a silent prayer she was safe and she’d be warm in her bed with E deep inside her when we got home.
Fuck, please.
Everything was falling apart.
“Where the fuck is she?”I rubbed my eyes hours later after not finding her anywhere.
“Call Anson,” Enzo said, sighing.
“Fuck him?—”
“Cole. Fucking call him,” Enzo snapped. “It’s Rosalie.”
I swallowed. I’d been trying to avoid calling his ass.
Sighing, I pulled out my phone as Enzo continued to drive through the city. I hit Anson’s name and waited for him to answer.
“Hello?” came Anson’s groggy voice a minute later. “Cole? What’s wrong?”
“Rosalie,” I said tightly. “Is she with you?”
“No. Why? What’s going on?” He sounded alert now.
“She’s not home. We’re looking for her. Thought we’d see if you had her.”
“I don’t,” he said tightly. “Where are you?”
“None of your damn business,” I said sourly.
“You fucking calledme, Cole. Not the other way around. And I care about Rosalie. Tell me where the fuck you are so I can help.”
“Fuck off.” I disconnected the phone.
“Nothing?” Enzo asked.
“Nothing,” I mumbled.
Enzo sighed and turned the Escalade.
“What are you doing?”
“Going home,” he said. “I’m tired. You’re tired. No news?—”
“We had no news on Fox and E, and look what fucking happened! We can’t stop looking. We need to find her?—”
“Cole, we will. Maybe she doesn’t want to be found.”
“She needs to be. She’s not well, Enzo. You know she’s not. Fuck, man. Why don’t you care? What the fuck is happening to us?” I shouted, feeling like I was going to lose my mind. I tugged at my hair. “Why can’t you keep fucking loving her!”
He said nothing as he pulled the Escalade over.
I stared at him, my heart aching.
