I returned to Florida for my graduation. The date had been fixed, and I needed to be there in person. Mom and Bill promised they’d come, along with Chris and Christina. It should’ve been a moment of joy. It should’ve been everything I worked for. But all I could think about was Noah. As soon as I landed, I headed straight to his apartment. He hadn’t returned any of my calls, and it was driving me insane. When I arrived, I rushed to the elevator, but the receptionist called after me. “I’m here to see Noah,” I said, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. She gave me a sympathetic look. “He’s not here. He traveled.” “Traveled where?” I asked quickly. She hesitated, then looked away. “I’m sorry. I don’t know.” I stood there, numb. He was gone. Again. I left the building feelin

