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Callan dropped the suitcase in his hand on the coffee table, then he headed to the hallway that led to the bedroom. He hadn't seen Orla and he was a little worried about that even though he shouldn't be.

He had memorized her daily routine. She was always cleaning before he left the house in the morning and watching movies whenever he came back from work in the evening.

Today was different, she was not in the sitting room and he couldn't find her in the bedroom too. His concern grew stronger as he searched everywhere for her.

He suddenly regretted not having her number at that instant,...