Joe Goldberg is beginning to wonder if there's any more decent people in the world. With both Candace and Beck out of the picture, he's feeling lonely and starting to give up on love. That is, until Leila comes sobbing into Mooney's. Fragile and vul...
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Where are you, Leila?
You agreed. You agreed to meet me and yet, you're gone. Every physical trace of you has vanished.
Your tiny house is clean. No pictures, no furniture, nothing.
Your car is missing.
The cat sanctuary you built has been removed.
Everything about you is just gone.
I'm so fucking confused.
Every time I try your number I get a message that says the number is no longer in use.
Every time I try to text you I get the same thing error code.
I don't understand how you could say you'd meet me for tea on Saturday and then turn around and ghost me.
I show up at your place and you're gone.
No explanation.
Nothing.
What the hell?
"Joe?" Oh, god, Peter.
I turn and force a smile at the last person in the world I want to see. He doesn't return the favor. "Hey, I'm here for Leila?" I try. "We were supposed to meet for-"
"She doesn't live here anymore." He cuts in. "Sorry."
He turns to walk away as if that explanation is good enough. But, Leila, it's not. I start after him. "I'm sorry, what do you mean she doesn't live here anymore?"
Peter stops a few paces ahead and lets out a heavy breath. "I mean exactly that. She doesn't live here anymore."
"Okay," confusion pinches my brows together as I drag out the world, "so, where is she?"
"Gone." He shrugs. "Sorry."
He spins on the balls of his feet and heads back off to his house. Leila, clearly he knows more than he's letting on. But there's an edge to his voice that says he's not going to readily hand over any information.
But, why?
What the hell happened between Tuesday and today that forced you out of your home? Out of your life? And where did it place you?
You are just full of all kinds of surprises.
"Hey, Peter. Is she safe?" I find myself asking. He stops again. Frustration licks at his skin. "That's all I care about. Can you at least tell me that?"
He nods. "She's safe." He replies and then disappears.
I head back to my car not quite knowing what else to do. Every time I feel like I'm getting somewhere I wind up being more lost than ever. I hate that you've up and disappeared. But I know there has to be a reason. A good one. One like...
