After some time my anger slightly settles down, realizing there is no use of giving myself a headache when now there is no way I can discuss this with Nathan.
Turning around I look at the table where Nathan is sitting or should I say was sitting, because now I find his seat empty and him nowhere to be in sight.
Taking out my mobile from my clutch purse I check for his message as we both usually inform each other before going anywhere especially whenever we are out. It seems strange when I don’t find any text from him.
Where are you?
I send him a text and wait for his reply. When nearly twenty minutes have gone by and I still don’t get a text from him and neither he gets back from wherever he has gone, I start to feel a little bit worried.
Normally, he is quick to respond to my messages even if he is busy, he replies with one-word text or simply types busy and send me. So, I know that he got my message and he is a little occupied to talk to me at that moment.
After waiting for a few more minutes I am about to look for him when I get a call from Mark informing me that he is here to pick me up as something urgent has come up and Nathan has to leave suddenly.
Of course, something doesn’t seem right here.
But I don’t feel like waiting here for him when I know he will not be coming back since he has sent Mark to pick me. I decided I should just go home and wait there for Nathan, instead of waiting for him here looking like an idiot.
On the way home, I tried Nathan’s phone several times but all I hear is a busy tone.
“Do you know where is Nathan?” I ask Mark, “What has come up so important that he left me there alone and didn't even inform me?” I can’t hide the irritation from my tone.
“I am sorry, I don’t know.” He looks at me through the rearview mirror, “But he did sound like he was in a hurry.” He adds with a little frown, as this behavior of Nathan seems even unusual to him.
“Mark, please, if you find out anything about him then straight away tell me.” I look outside the window, while my mind running in different directions, “I need to know if he contacts you. Because I am not getting a good feeling about this.”
“Don’t worry, Abigail.” He nods his head meeting my eyes through the rearview mirror, “I will inform you if I get any news about him.”
This is one of the rare times when he has called me with my name. This is as far as he can come to comfort someone, I have figured in all these years he doesn’t say much but his little gestures speak a lot. When you will see him, he will come off as rude and heartless kind of a person, but actually he is really a kind-hearted and caring person. And he even knows to smile too, but you have to be Noel to earn a smile from him.
"Thank you, Mark." I sigh rubbing my temples.
I just hope he is not in some trouble.
My phone chimes and I quickly reach for it. As soon as I open the message I feel like my entire world has come down crashing on me. I collapse on the couch as my knees give out while a few tears slip from my eyes.