The night had barely begun when Muk dropped me off at home. He said he had somewhere to be, but as the hours passed, he didn’t respond to my messages.
I tried not to overthink it.
I sent him three texts over two hours, but when he still hadn’t replied, I forced myself to let it go.
*"He’ll call when he sees them,"* I reassured myself.
With that, I went back to packing, trying to push away the unsettling feeling in my gut. I folded my clothes, organized my toiletries, and checked my travel documents. But no matter how much I distracted myself, something kept gnawing at me.
I picked up my phone again, hesitating before opening Snapchat.
And there it was.
Muk’s location.
My breath hitched. He wasn’t at home. He wasn’t at any of his usual friends’ houses either. He was on the *
