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A struggle.

Blood.

A note.

Something.

Anything.

I throw open closets.

Rip apart garment bags.

Shove the changing screen aside.

Nothing.

Nothing!

“Less!”

Footsteps thunder behind me.

Noel.

Kai.

Ego.

Jack.

But I barely hear them.

Because all I can see is Amanda smiling at me fifteen minutes ago.

Her lips brushing mine.

Later, she'd said.

Later.

Now she must be scared.

Alone.

Calling for me.

And I wasn't here.

Fucking fuck! I wasn't here.

“No,” I whisper.

Then louder.

“No!”

I shove aside the vanity.