Chloe didn’t come back that night.
At first, I didn’t think much of it.
She stayed out late sometimes. That was normal for her.
But then one night turned into two.
And slowly, concern started replacing irritation.
By the second evening, the room felt strangely empty again.
I sat on my bed trying to focus on an assignment, but my eyes kept drifting toward the clock.
Still nothing.
No sound of the door opening.
No rushed entrance with Chloe apologizing for disappearing again.
I checked my phone absentmindedly.
No messages from her either.
My stomach twisted slightly.
I hated how quickly my mind jumped to worst-case scenarios.
What if something happened?
What if she got hurt somewhere?
What if—
Stop.
I stood up abruptly and grabbed my hoodie.
Maybe I should ask someone.
Ma
