Then She Was Gone Book Novels & Stories

A tall man smiled as he took the woman's luggage and shielded the mother and child as they walked out. Kyson seemed to guess their conversation. One said, "Did you have a safe trip? Did anything happen? I've been waiting a long time for you." The other said, "Everything's fine. Let's go home." Go home. Did he still have a home? In the town, Kyson went straight to the bus station. The bus would only take him halfway. The rest of the way had to be traveled on foot. As he prepared to buy a ticket, he ran into Griffin Walter from Marrowdale.

Pain exploded through my chest like a part of my soul was being ripped away, torn out by the roots and discarded. She was gone.

Then, he took out his phone and called back immediately. “Did you find them?” A voice answered at once. “Yes. Miss Macrino and the young master did not board the flight to the Switz. Their last recorded destination shows they flew to Izela.” Gabriele stopped in his tracks. Izela was a decaying port city in the south of Sicile. That city was filled with rust-covered tin roofs, drunkards in the streets at night, gunfire echoing in the alleys, and the smell of mold and salt in the air. It was where I was born and where he had once nearly died until I dragged him back from the edge of death.

she said. I creased my eyebrows trying to understand her statement. It did not make sense to me. "Alex did not leave?"I asked her. It just made sense because if Alex left he would have escorted her to her apartment. That was the most sibling thing to do right? At least, that was what my siblings would do. "Oh, he left but me and my brother do not get along." "Why"

She had been gone before I regained consciousness. I searched for her afterward. Everywhere. Every hospital, every neighborhood, every school. The girl who had saved my life was gone, vanished like a fragment of sunlight through storm clouds. I asked around, no one knew Isla Hart. It was maddening. That fiery spirit, that fearless streak, had left a mark on me I could not forget.

“No trail. No signs of forced removal. Nothing.” A beat. Then— “She’s gone.”

And she had disappeared a week before the wedding. That’s when she left. No warning. No explanation. Just gone. One day, she was beside me, laughing, touching me, talking about the future. The next, her number was disconnected. Her apartment emptied. Her existence erased like she had never been real at all. I had searched. I had turned over every stone, but there was nothing. No clues. No traces. Just a ghost where a person had once been. And if she was dead? If something had happened to her? Then, whoever took her had hidden her well.

"Take your time. What happened?" George sat, took a deep breath, and said heavily, "It's Kendra. She was attacked." My stomach dropped. My hand curled into a tight fist. "When?" "Yesterday, on the road leading to the base. She's at the hospital now," George replied. I grabbed my coat and bolted out the door. I drove like a madman toward the hospital, my heart pounding in my chest. When I arrived, Kendra had already lost all vital signs and was covered with a white sheet.

No wonder Tim could be so utterly deranged as to dig up his mother’s grave just to frame me. As it turned out, the whole “death” was a lie. I sent Sarah a message. “Tim’s mother isn’t dead. The truth is in the email I sent you.” Whether she chose to read it or not was no longer my concern. My flight was booked for three days later. Summer had done the booking. When Sarah returned home, she saw me packing. Half my clothes had been thrown away, and a small portion had been boxed up and shipped to South City.

From now on, I'll truly make it up to both of you. I shook my head a little. Mom, there is no 'from now on.' Caleb is already dead. But even if I were still alive, she probably would not really make anything up to me. She did not like Caleb. I understood that the moment the truck crushed me and I desperately reached toward the direction she had driven away, while she never once looked back. In her heart, Caleb mattered less than Adrian's dog. Maybe it was because I had become a ghost, but I suddenly felt so cold that I shivered.