The glow from Sasha's laptop screen painted her face in pale blue as she scrolled through search results with quick, nervous flicks of her fingers. She had been typing Evan's name into every database and gossip page she could think of for the past thirty minutes... but just like before, nothing incriminating came up. His online presence was spotless. Too spotless.
She leaned back, chewing at the inside of her cheek, when a knock thudded against her front door.
Her heart jumped, a reflex she hated herself for, and she instinctively slammed the laptop shut.
Another knock came... louder this time.
She got up quickly, smoothing down her hair, forcing her heartbeat to slow.
When she opened the door, Stella was standing there, a wheeled suitcase by her side, her face pale and tight.
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