Dakota’s P.O.V.
My stomach was in knots. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this scared. I had parked outside Carrie’s apartment, getting ready to take her out for our Valentine’s Day dinner. I was more worried than nervous. Carrie had pulled one of her disappearing acts the day before, and I haven’t heard from her the entire day. I hope she remembered we still had a date tonight.
I sat there another few minutes, trying to calm my nerves. The truck door swung open, and I made my way into the building towards her apartment door. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I twisted the doorknob, and to my surprise, it’s not locked. My hand pushed the door open, and my heart sank.
It was empty, her belongings gone. The only thing in the apartment was a guitar case leaning against the k
