Page 3 of David's Chase

Well, it’s not exactly where I left it. Or I remember leaving it. A lot of stuff happened last night, and I don’t recollect half of it.

I finally spot it and pick it up from the edge of the sink.I don’t remember putting it there.

Anyway, it’s powered off––the way I left it––and he can’t get into it because it’s locked, but why would he do that?

It doesn’t matter.

I have no secrets.

Hmm…

The thought gives me pause.

Maybe that’s the problem.

He has tons of secrets.

Besides me, I mean.

His past is a dark blur, buried deep in the archive of time, and everybody knows and accepts that.

But why would I?

I make a mental note to do some investigative work––my favorite kind––grab my phone and return to the room.

The sheet falls to the floor before I power on my phone and lower myself to the bed.

Absently, I scoop up a bottle of water, untwist the cap, and take a drink.

My smile is rather wilted.

No, David wasn’t in the bathroom. Too bad I fell asleep before he snuck out.

I wish I could’ve seen him put on his clothes, glance at me one last time, and vanish in the dark.

Randomly, I tip my gaze in the direction of the window when something catches my eye, and my mouth falls open.

I abandon my phone on the bed, put the bottle on the floor, pick up the sheet, wrap it around my chest, and walk to the window.

The car… It’s still here.

Holding my breath, I scan the parking lot.

A couple of cars have left, but his ride is still here.

Is he still here? But where exactly?

Sucking in some air, I spin around and make a beeline for the bed, where I snatch up my phone and tap the screen.

A bunch of notifications await me. Random stuff. And a few messages from Chloe that reek of concern.

A bad feeling gallops through me.

Please don’t tell me that she alerted my mother.

I scroll down.

More urgent messages follow.

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