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Chapter 61

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RAYMOND

I moved slowly through the room, my hand brushing over the bed sheets as if they would tell me where she went. But they only whispered her absence.

She hadn’t left. She had been taken.

I sank to the edge of the bed, gripping the mattress until my knuckles whitened. My chest tightened painfully, air dragging in shallow bursts.

No. I couldn’t break down now. I had to keep looking.

I forced myself up, checked the closet, the bathroom, the corners of the room. Nothing.

It wasn’t until I went back downstairs that I saw it.

A piece of paper. Folded neatly. Placed on the stand beneath where the flat screen had once been.

Almost like it had been left for me.

My stomach sank as I reached for it, my fingers trembling. Slowly, I unfolded the paper.

The words made my blood run cold.

“Raymond, I’m leaving. I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired—tired of you, tired of us, tired of this life. Don’t come after me. I’ve taken what I deserve. Goodbye.”

For a moment, I just stared.

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