I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

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I had left them by the bed.

Going back into the room felt suddenly impossible, like walking into the mouth of something. But I did it anyway, slow, every muscle tight, phone pressed to my ear.

The guest room was empty.

Of course it was empty.

The comforter had slid partly onto the floor. My jeans were hanging off the chair. My backpack sat where I’d dropped continue reading …