Zelena.
When I woke in the morning, the bed was empty. I reached out my hand and felt the space beside me, it was cold. Gunner has been gone for a while. Panic set in immediately. He couldn’t have left without saying goodbye, he wouldn’t do that, at least I don’t believe he would. I pulled on a pair of shorts and one of Gunner’s t-shirts and raced downstairs. I checked his office first, nothing. Then I checked the hall and the library, again nothing. I pushed open the kitchen door and found Nat sitting at the bench, playing absentmindedly with her bowl of cereal.
“Have you seen Gunner?” I asked her as I stepped up beside her, but she didn’t respond.
“Nat, have you seen Gunner this morning?” I asked again, but still got no response. What the f**k is her problem? What have I done to warra
