The Man Who Stayed When Blood Walked Away

floated through the kitchen.

But there was an emptiness sitting at the table with us.

An empty chair no one mentioned.

Every time Marco glanced toward the front door, my heart broke a little more.

By nine o’clock, Clara still wasn’t home.

I went upstairs to check her room.

Her bed was untouched.

My chest tightened instantly.

I texted her.

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