Alone now with no one looking, Amber twisted her hair. She stopped before it tangled and slowly began walking around the trailer, looking. There should have been a note. You would think that he would have left one if he was going to do this. But, maybe he believed she wouldn’t come back. She sometimes had believed it. There were days she told herself she had let him go, that it was the best thing for the both of them. She wondered now if he had been looking for her the way she was now looking for the note that didn’t seem to exist, beneath the couch cushions, behind the curtains.

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