The silence of the house is broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway.
Robin sits on the plush velvet couch, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. It's been an hour since she sent the files to her informant and her anxiety has only grown more with each passing.
Ramsey's being gone has left a gaping hole in her heart, a constant ache that refuses to subside.
He's been with her for so long now. She honestly doesn't know what she would do if he was gone forever.
She's lost in a sea of worry, her mind replaying every moment of their last encounter, the warmth in his eyes, the worry in his voice as he told her to be careful.
God, she should have listened to him.
She's convinced something terrible has happened to him, and the thought of it sends a shiver down her spine.
Suddenly, a distant sound pierces the quiet.
