93 Hours
I wake up later feeling groggy and disoriented. I could tell it was the middle of the night. I was in the middle of the bed alone. Something felt off. I got up and slipped on my robe and went to look for Darcy.
"Darcy?"
There was no answer. The house was dark and quiet. I was still learning the layout and my eyes haven't fully adjusted so I have my right hand on the wall guiding me towards the living room. Once I get there I feel around for the light switch and flip the lights on.
The room is empty except for a piece of paper with a magical charm so it would float midair and not be missed. I reach out and take the paper. Once it is in my hands the words start scrolling across the page.
Dear Ro,
It's with a heavy heart that I find myself writing you t
