I’m out the door the second I can squeeze through, and I jog down the hall until I come to my room. I pat my pocket for the key, only to realize I didn’t bring it. Instead, I pull out my phone and navigate to the app. “Come on. Come on,” I mutter quietly while I wait for the light to flash green. When it does, I push into the room, gaze going right for the couch where I left her. The room has that stillness that already tells me she’s not here, but I check every room and even out on the balcony just to be sure. Then I retrace my steps and look for a note or any sign that she left me some way
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