Damian got home at 1 a.m.
The living room was completely dark.
Thinking Claire was already asleep, he moved quietly and placed the takeout soup he had brought home into the fridge. The container made a soft clink against the shelf.
"Claire?"
No answer came.
When he opened the bedroom door, he froze.
Half of the closet was empty.
The photos, my laptop, and the identification documents that had been on the desk were all gone.
On top of his textbook sat the apartment key and the couple ring.
Damian stared at them for a long moment before taking out his phone and calling Claire.
The call went straight to voicemail.
Her phone was turned off.
He called again.
And again.
The result was the same every time.
He immediately rushed to her parents' house.
At first, her mother was still
