"GRACE? I'M back!" His pace slowed upon entering their room, not immediately seeing her watching some tv comedy on her unmade bed.
He cautiously walked to the bathroom, nudging the door ever so slightly, his stomach begun to churn upon seeing it empty.
"Grace! Annabelle! Grace!" He tore the room apart, looking for her belongings or even the ghost of hope that she would come back. Her grey rucksack, and the little amount in it, was gone.
And so was Grace.
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Aktuelle LiteraturHe has places to run from. She has places to be.