Chapter 39

He’s not here?

Then where the fuck ishe?

“I’m just saying it’s the only place I haven’t looked.”

“Oh. Okay. But no.”

I know I’m stupid, I know she’s not lying to me, I know he won’t be there, but my feet carry me without conscious input from my brain to my room, where I fling open the door. No one is less surprised than me when I find it empty.

I check his room. His bed is unmade and the clothes he wore yesterday lie thrown on the floor, so at least I know he slept here, but also his clothes are on the floor!

Mr. Anal Retentive, super particular about his things and definitelyhis clothes, throwing his beloved corduroy jacket on the floor? No. Just no.

I turn on my heel. “I have to call him.” I jog to the kitchen, snatch my phone from the table, and press SPEED DIAL ONE.

“I already called him,” Debora says. “Before I got here. He didn’t answer.”