Stacy sat in sweats, picking at toast, scrolling through pictures of the party. 17 candles. Xavier with the sketchbook. Liv’s face when she said “it’s obvious he likes you.” Her phone buzzed. David. “Morning, birthday girl,” he said. “You survive 17?” “Barely. Where are you?” “Already out. Got a call. Need to pick up a package for a client. Countryside. Like 2 hours away.” “Today?” “Yeah. Boring adult stuff. I’ll be back by dinner.” “Okay..Be careful” “you too.” He hung up. That’s when Stacy noticed. Xavier’s hoodie wasn’t on the chair. His keys weren’t by the door. He hadn’t slept home. She texted him. “Where are you?” No answer. The whole day felt off. Quiet. Too quiet. She cleaned. She tried to draw in the sketchbook. She ended up just staring at page 1. By 6pm, David s
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