Do we need to call the police?
As we sat in the living room, time seemed to drag on endlessly. We debated whether or not to call the police, unsure if it was still too soon since Jason had left. Each passing minute felt like it stretched longer than the last, and the tension between us grew. Finally, we decided to wait a couple more hours, holding on to a fragile hope that, maybe, just maybe, Jason would come home.
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Making contact with pals
While we waited, I came up with a plan to reach out to Jason’s friends, hoping they might have seen or heard something. But with every call, I only got the same response—no one had heard from him. The uncertainty gnawed at me, each unanswered call only deepening my worry. In the background, Adam paced back and forth, occasionally muttering regrets under his breath. We were getting nowhere fast, and the silence only made everything feel worse.
Making Contact With Pals
