(Tyler)
I sat in my apartment. Staring at my phone. Waiting for it to ring.
Rook hadn't called. Hadn't texted. Nothing.
If he'd found anything, he would have contacted me by now. That's what we'd agreed on. He'd look for her. Call me if he found something.
But so far? Nothing.
Mirabelle thought she could just leave. Thought she could run away and I'd never find her.
She was wrong.
I'd find her. And when I did, she'd regret ever thinking she could get away from me.
I got up. Paced the apartment.
This place felt empty without her. Too quiet. Too still.
She was supposed to be here. In the kitchen making dinner. In the bedroom folding laundry. Doing what she was supposed to do.
But she wasn't.
She was out there somewhere. Hiding. Thinking she was safe.
She wasn't safe. She'd never
