The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across Fara's bedroom as she sprawled on her king-sized bed, mindlessly scrolling through her social media feeds for the hundredth time.
Her perfectly manicured nails tapped against her phone screen in frustration while she checked – yet again – for any sign of Ziggy's online activity.
Nothing. Nada. Zero.
The guy had practically become a ghost.
"Ugh, this is ridiculous!" Fara still hadn't figured out a way to track down Ziggy.
Frustrated, she tossed her phone back onto the bed. The strap of her favorite blush-pink satin sleepwear slipped off her shoulder just like her dwindling enthusiasm for life lately.
She'd spent the last three days in a weird funk, alternating between checking her phone and pretending she didn't care about checking her phone.
