He opened the Uber app they shared, checking recent rides, thinking maybe she’d left in a hurry and he’d somehow missed the sound of the door. No new trips showed, no bookings under her name. The absence of movement felt like another missing piece in a puzzle he couldn’t see.
His mind raced through possibilities. Maybe she’d gone to meet a friend and lost track of time. Maybe something urgent had come up for her family. Maybe she’d had to rush to help someone and hadn’t been able to call before her phone died. Maybe. Maybe.