He tried to reason with himself. Maybe she’d rushed out to help someone, or gone to deal with an unexpected errand. People leave in a hurry all the time. Probably, there was a temporary lack of signal where she was. Still, the silence pressing against the walls unnerved him, as if the apartment were holding its breath.
After pacing for a while, he called her again. Voicemail. He checked his call log — a row of unanswered attempts. His fingers trembled slightly as he refreshed the screen, as if something might suddenly change. Nothing did.