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shot eyes. I hadn't slept. The space on the bed beside me w

t curled in a miserable ball. The humilia

"Went to practice. Get your own lunch." The handwriting was a

easured that bag, that equipme

ur space. Now it was his fortress. He always locked it,

He'd said it with a smile once, explaining th

e. I had to get in there. I ha

ook in the kitchen. My heart hammered against

, it took several trie

oor swung open. The scent of h

ommemorative pucks. It all looked so normal, so pain

h drawers, file cabinets, flipped through books. Nothing. No pic

office chair, feeling like a

gaze fell on his laptop. Next to

is call last night

y mind. If I couldn't find physica

just a fifteen-minute drive away. I threw on clothes, grabbed my car keys, and bolted out the door

ermination. I finally settled on a high-sensitivity audio bug disguised

slick with sweat. Shane would be bac

ated the power strip under his desk, a tangled mess

ng, I plugged the tiny device in. It look

esponding app, and watched as the screen c

the chair back to its original position, and sli

in the kitchen. Everything was back t

in the master bedroom, my b

ret. The thought sent a stran

one thing for sure. From the moment I plugged in th

icon on my phone. It f

im to return to that room, to that

sound from outside th

arly evening, I h

ing, then walked straight into

arbuds and op

ak of his chair. And then, a woman's voice, sweet

inally done? I mi