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Shards of glass fly everywhere I toss the rock aside and carefully lean through to unlock the door My arh

I open the door and walk inside I’ a dishcloth, I wrap it around , but it’s the furthest thing from my mind

This is the first tih the roo down my spine It’s like ainto her life: the ss I never knew—like the bananas sitting in the bowl on the table, or the coloured lists that are stuck to the door of the fridge, each outlining different aspects of Jake's treatment

I'nifies what aout of a hotel for half the year would s clean Notabout hotel staff rifling through my possessions Call me crazy, but you'd be surprised at how o for on eBay—especially a orn pair

I walk through to the lounge room It’s small, but cosy I like that it feels cos are modest: an old brown vinyl couch, partially covered with a shaggy gray rug, and a flat-screen TV I spy a laptop sitting on the coffee table I sit down on the couch and lift her computer onto my lap

Please don’t be password protected

I sigh with relief when it isn’t

This isn’t snooping I’ht be

I laugh, because even I’uring out what he has on her as it is about finding her

Does that make me a bad person, or simply human?

Either way it doesn’t matter Her computer tells me fuck-all

I find nothing on there that soht want to conceal—not even porn—and I’ any of her friends or her work details I move the laptop aside and pull out my phone

Maybe her Facebook will tellI click on her profile, and then her friends list She doesn’t have many—forty-five—and apart fro there that is even remotely helpful

“Ryder?”

Holy shit-fucking-bricks