AUTHOR'S POVThe clock ticked relentlessly, each passing second amplifying Mila’s anxiety. It had been almost an hour since she’d left Sally a voicemail, but the silence on the other end was deafening. Mila sat on the couch, her fingers tapping restlessly on her phone as she refreshed her messages for the hundredth time. Still nothing.The unease in her chest refused to subside. Determined to find answers, she got up and walked to Sally’s room, her footsteps muffled against the quiet apartment. Maybe Sally had left a note, something to explain her absence.Mila pushed open the door, the soft creak of the hinges breaking the stillness. Sally’s room was neat, almost too neat, as though it had been untouched for days. Mila’s gaze swept over the dresser, the desk, and the bed, searching for any clue. She pulled open drawers, checked the bedside table, even glanced under the bed—but nothing. Not a note, not a hint of where Sally could be.She sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from he
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