The Man Who Stayed When Blood Walked Away

you okay?

No response.

I called.

Straight to voicemail.

Panic started creeping through me like ice water.

Marco tried calling too. Nothing.

An hour passed.

Then another.

The party ended quietly. Our friends left after awkward hugs and concerned looks. Midnight came and went.

I was seconds away from calling the police when the front door finally opened.

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