I can’t ask for more help from you.

Christopher was restless, his mind consumed by worry and frustration. The whole day had been marred by Britney's mysterious disappearance, leaving him on edge and unable to focus on his work. The uncertainty surrounding her whereabouts had fueled his anxiety, and he had tried relentlessly to contact her, only to be met with silence.

He received her call just as his patience was fraying, and he hurriedly responded, seeking answers and reassurance.

"Britney? Where are you? Why can't I reach you?" He started asking anxiously.

Britney, on the other end of the phone, started crying. "I am sorry, Chris… I made a mistake. I am so sorry. Please forgive me, will you?"

She sobbed and wiped her fake tears.