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... tched deep on her face. The room was painfully neat, as if untouched in days, no jackets slung across the back of a chair, no half-finished coffee mugs, no scent of his cologne clinging to the air. Just the silence of absence.
He had been gone for a week.
No calls. No texts. No signs of life.
No one knew where he was or so they claimed. She didn’t believe it for a second.
Her gaze flicked to Callum, who lingered by the doorway looking extremely uncomfortable, shif ...
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