She waited. Another day. Then two. Her phone lit up dozens of times—but never for him. She stared at her screen like it might explain something. It didn’t. The silence was heavy, deliberate. Like someone slowly closing a door.
The silence became unbearable. One morning, Maya got dressed, hailed a cab, and went straight to the hospital where Aiden used to work. At the front desk, she asked calmly, “Hi, I’m trying to find Aiden Carter. He used to work here—nurse, tall, brown hair?”