My knees tremble as I stare at the empty table in the middle of the sitting room.
“I sure as hell left that PC on top of there last night. Where the hell is it?”
My feet drag forward toward the table and I push out the slim drawers to check if I somehow tucked it in there, but they're empty.
Both the first, second, and third drawers. All empty.
I crouch down and peek under the sofas, but they're all neatly cleaned with nothing under them.
My stomach drops.
“Jesus Christ!”
My hands dig into my hair, as if they'll help calm down the sea of thoughts jamming together all at once.
“Zara!?” I call out and she finally rushes out of the room. “I can't find my laptop!”
Her eyes widen. “What do you mean?” she asks.
My stomach burns really hard like I have acid in it, looking at Zara's sho
