Philip
"Sorry, the number you dialed does not exist."
This was the one hundred and third time tonight that I had heard this emotionless prompt. The phone's back cover was as hot as a branding iron due to the screen being on for a long time and continuous dialing.
I paced back and forth in the empty living room like a madman, trying to find any clue she might have left behind in every corner. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing. Not even a sticky note, not even a single accusation.
With trembling hands, I dialed the number of Chloe's best friend.
"Hello? Philip, what the hell are you going crazy for in the middle of the night?" An extremely impatient voice came from the other end.
"Is Chloe with you? Did she go to you? Put her on the phone! Even if I'm given a death sentence, you ha
