Made plans together.
Talked about the future as if we were always going to face it side by side.
For years, I never had a reason to question him.
I trusted Marcus completely.
Yesterday afternoon, though, he came home looking unusually panicked.
The second he walked through the door, I knew something was wrong.
“My phone is gone,” he said.
He told me he must have lost it somewhere between his office downtown and the gym where he worked out after work.
For the next hour, we searched everywhere.
His car.
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