Tristan Michelson
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The house was quiet when I got back from work.
When I saw Nicole leave immediately it was five o’clock, I was tempted to pack my s**t and leave work too, but unfortunately, I was in charge of a lot of things that I couldn’t just outsource to my employees.
So when I got back home at seven in the evening, I was hoping to see Nicole waiting for me on the couch or something. She wasn’t on the couch. She wasn’t in my room. She wasn’t even in her room.
I set my briefcase on the bed and brought out my phone from my suit pocket as I took it off.
[Me: Where are you?]
I stared at my phone for a few minutes, impatience bubbling under my skin when she didn’t reply immediately like she usually did. When I went downstairs after work, I hadn’t seen her car in the parking lot,
