Chapter 7

Confused and disoriented, he frantically searched every corner of the house, hoping to find any sign of my presence. But his efforts were in vain, as not a single item belonging to me remained.

"What's going on?" he whispered, reaching for his phone to attempt another call. The automated voice message that greeted him only intensified his distress.

Growing more anxious, he tried to reach me through various social platforms, but each attempt was met with the same disheartening message: "This user is not in your contacts."

For a brief moment, he questioned whether our seven-year relationship had been nothing more than a vivid dream.

Suddenly, he recalled a shared app we once used to track each other's whereabouts. Upon opening it, he discovered that I had long since disabled my location sharing. The trip history revealed that I had approached his location about two weeks ago, only to stop short and turn back.

He pondered what might have transpired that day.