Mirabelle’s thoughts swirled like a vortex, Philbert’s name echoing in her mind over and over again. Exhaustion etched every line and muscle of her body. Her jittery hands betrayed how many cups of coffee she had consumed to still function like a normal human being. Well, as normal as a sleep-deprived, caffeine-fueled individual would.
Three days had passed since Philbert’s body had appeared and disappeared from her house like a magic trick. Mirabelle had almost begun to believe that her mind had played a trick on her, but Philbert’s number was still not going through and he hadn’t shown up to bring her lunch or flowers.
As much as his actions had seemed suffocating at the time and she had wanted him to stop, Mirabelle would have paid anything for Philbert to walk through the warehouse
