Stefan
I step into the bedroom, expecting to see her still in the sheets because she does not usually bother to get up until nearly noon if she does not have something urgent to take care of and I find the room empty. Setting my tray with her breakfast of little triangular sandwiches, extra-glazed brownies and grape juice down on a bronze circular table at one end of the room, I check the bathroom in case she is in there and find it empty thought it is obvious that she used it this morning.
"Annabel?" I call out and receive no answer. With a shrug, I dig my hand into my back pocket for my phone to call her with and realise that I forgot it in the sunset-themed living room. With a sigh, I wonder whether I should just wait for her but her food is getting cold.
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