Rafael's POV The bed was empty. Her phone charger was still plugged in, but the room itself felt wrong in a way I couldn't name yet. I stared at the note again, crumpled in my fist. Something about it didn't sit right, and it took me a moment to understand what. She hadn't left in a panic. Every word was deliberate. I found Jack downstairs, waiting by the reception desk, his face already grim before I said a word. "Extend Miss Bandera's reservation another week," I told the clerk. "Keep the room under her name. If she comes back, I want it available to her." He blinked, confused, but nodded. "Noted, sir. No cleaning staff, no other guests." "None," I said. Jack waited until we were outside to ask. "What happened? Where is she?" "Gone." The word barely fit in my mouth. "Gone how?" I hit the wheel once, hard. "Drop it, Jack." He raised both hands and said nothing else the whole drive home. I went straight to her room the moment we reached the villa. Ready to argue, to deman
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