Not dead.
Not gone.
Just… disappeared.
“Where is she?”
The question escaped before I could stop it.
His expression didn’t change.
“I was hoping you would tell me that.”
My heart dropped.
“You don’t know?”
For the first time…
Something flickered in his eyes.
Not fear.
Not anger.
Frustration.
“She ran.”
The word felt sharp.
“From me.”
Of course she did.
My hands trembled.
“Why?”
Silence filled the room.
Heavy.
Stretching.
