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the kitchen, empty. Maybe she's in my room? He opens the bedroom door quietly, a strange
hesitation slowing his hand. The room is dim, still, sheets slightly rumpled, like someone
sat there and then left in a hurry. No Christine, no familiar shape under the covers, just silence.
Where is she? Her shoes were right there. His eyes scan the room, searching for a clue,
a bag, a jacket, anything to explain. Then, his gaze catches on the bed, a dark spot