disappear. There was no cause. “But Pierce, Islington’s sister is coming. You can’t simply…disappear! People shouldn’t disappear!” “I’m coming back, Emma.” He was watching me as if he’d understood some new fact. “A few days, is all. Some space on the train, time to think, tasks that need doing. Then I’m coming back.” “Only, I didn’t know—” “I’m coming back.” “Yes, good!” I rushed. “So you’ve said.” “So I’ve said,” he repeated.
Guys, I don’t think he’s coming back.
