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“My God.” I run my two hands through my hair. “Think.”

Has someone got her?

I dial her number again and again and then I look over to her side of the bed and my heart stops.

Her engagement ring is sitting on the bedside table.

Just sitting there…. As if she took it off.

Did she purposely take it off or…. Did she forget it?

She wouldn’t have forgotten it.

Adrenaline screams through my bloodstream and I call Gino.

“Hey.”

“Do you have her?” I yell.

“No.”

“What the fuck?” I scream as I lose all control. “Fucking find her.”

I hang up and run downstairs, then I remember that I put an AirTag into her purse when we were in Rome, when I thought I was coming home without her.

“Wait.”

Is it still in there?

I scramble through the apps on my phone, I don’t even know how to read where it is.

I google,

How do I track an airtag?

With the paired device open the app.

Paired device, paired device.

I’m scrolling through everything, heart in my throat. Knowing that every second counts.

Where the fuck is the paired device? Is it on my phone, please please…. Please be here.

Wait….

Did I set it up on my work phone? I stop and think for a moment.

Yes I did. I remember now.

I run into my office to collect my briefcase, where…. I spin around looking in a panic.

“Where the fuck is my briefcase?”

It must be upstairs, I take the stairs two at a time in desperation and run into my bedroom.

“Where is my fucking briefcase?” I run into my closet, where the fuck did I put it yesterday…. Yesterday. The penny drops.