DAMIEN

I paused in the middle of the room, my eyes scanning every corner. The window—my first suspicion—remained sealed, the latch untouched. No one had gone through it. Frowning, I stalked over to the bathroom, pushing the door open with a swift motion. It was empty, too, no sign of her, not even a wet towel hanging by the sink. My frustration deepened. Where could she have gone?

I returned to the centre of the room, inhaling deeply. Her scent, usually vibrant and fresh, was fading. It lingered most strongly by the door and nowhere else. My fists clenched at my sides as confusion gnawed at me. Her presence vanished...