The Letter

Dawn's face was pale. And seeing her face, dread rose in Caleb's chest. The discomfort nagged his brain and tiny pricks of goose bumps dotted his skin, even though he couldn't understand the sadness that enveloped his heart. "What is it?" he asked extremely quietly, with tension evidently palpable in the air.

"Elize is not there in the chamber. I sent the servants around to find her, but she is nowhere to be found," breathed Dawn.

Panic grew strong and his calm gave way to emotions. Caleb got up and rushed out of the door, shaking, terrified. His heart grew constricted, as if there was no air left in his lungs. As he walked to the chamber, his hands were curled into tight fists. "You can't do this to me, Elize," he muttered all the way. "Don't leave."