Caden is doing well in San Francisco. It's his home, and it's where he flourishes. He's spending time with his family and he's surfing, even though the water is still too cold, and most importantly, he's writing.
His productivity took a nose dive after what happened with Les, and he admittedly did mope a bit when he first got back, but he's doing pretty well now. April stays in contact, just as she promised. They don't talk every day and she doesn't really talk much about what she's doing, but Caden is okay with that. April is incredibly independent and strong and he has no desire to try and change that. It's part of what he likes about her.
Two days goes by without him hearing from April, and he doesn't think much of it. He sends her a text, a silly selfie of him on the beach with his wetsuit on, wind whipping through his hair, but he doesn't get any sort of response hours later. He's writing, albeit a bit distracted, when his phone goes off with her text tone. The most important people in his life have their own personalized tones just so he knows he can ignore and who he can't when he's in the zone. He's been waiting for April to get back to him so he finishes his current paragraph and gets up to grab the phone with a smile on his face.
It's a photo and he's excited as he opens it, but it's not at all the flirty reply he expected. April is tied to a chair, face bloodied and bruised, and all the blood drains from Caden's face.
A clap of angry thunder outside startles him and he takes a moment to note the rain pattering against the windows, idly realizing how strange that is after such a clear day before he turns his attention back to the phone.
Someone has taken April, hurt her, and Caden feels sick with anger and fear. He doesn't know what to do besides hit call and bring the phone to his ear, expression radiating fury as he waits for someone to answer.
He's going to get her back. He doesn't know how, not yet, but he will.
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His productivity took a nose dive after what happened with Les, and he admittedly did mope a bit when he first got back, but he's doing pretty well now. April stays in contact, just as she promised. They don't talk every day and she doesn't really talk much about what she's doing, but Caden is okay with that. April is incredibly independent and strong and he has no desire to try and change that. It's part of what he likes about her.
Two days goes by without him hearing from April, and he doesn't think much of it. He sends her a text, a silly selfie of him on the beach with his wetsuit on, wind whipping through his hair, but he doesn't get any sort of response hours later. He's writing, albeit a bit distracted, when his phone goes off with her text tone. The most important people in his life have their own personalized tones just so he knows he can ignore and who he can't when he's in the zone. He's been waiting for April to get back to him so he finishes his current paragraph and gets up to grab the phone with a smile on his face.
It's a photo and he's excited as he opens it, but it's not at all the flirty reply he expected. April is tied to a chair, face bloodied and bruised, and all the blood drains from Caden's face.
A clap of angry thunder outside startles him and he takes a moment to note the rain pattering against the windows, idly realizing how strange that is after such a clear day before he turns his attention back to the phone.
Someone has taken April, hurt her, and Caden feels sick with anger and fear. He doesn't know what to do besides hit call and bring the phone to his ear, expression radiating fury as he waits for someone to answer.
He's going to get her back. He doesn't know how, not yet, but he will.
He has to. There's just no other option.