163 MIDNIGHT TEARS AND MORNING GOOD-BYES

Davis turned to Lily, shaking his head in negativity as a worried look crossed his face. “Paul isn't taking his calls either,” he told Anna as he sat next to her, holding her tight to him as he comforted her. “What if something bad happened to them?” Anna questioned, her voice breaking. “What am I saying? Something happened to them. Else, why aren't they taking their calls?” “I mean— Perhaps they're still asleep,” He tried to comfort her although he knew it was a lie. Paul wasn't the type to sleep so much that he wouldn't take his call. The footstep of a ghost was more than enough to wake him, talk less of his loud ringtone. What could have happened to him? She looked up at him with a raised brow. “Really? Asleep?” “Let's just be optimistic,” he told her. “Try getting some sleep and I assure you that we'll be on the first flight to New York first thing in the morning.” She sighed. “I don't know if I can sleep.” He lay in bed and tapped the spot next to him, “Come on,”