Riley returns home, only to find the house completely empty, again.A heavy feeling of suffocation presses down on him. He clutches at his chest, feeling his shirt twist under his fingers. Then he rushes from room to room, desperately searching for any sign that Amanda has come back.But Amanda, he knows, always tidies up meticulously, never leaving anything out of place. It’s a habit she keeps, probably to match his own preference for a spotless home. Now, though, that very habit backfires. He can’t even tell if Amanda’s been here or not, because the house looks exactly as she would leave it—flawless and untouched.Riley finally stops, his footsteps echoing in the stillness. He pulls out his phone, scrolling through his unread messages. When he finds nothing, he checks his work phone too. But there’s nothing there either. Not a single message from Amanda.No, he tells himself, that can’t be. He reassures h
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