Theodore stood in the walk-in closet, staring at his phone as if it had sprouted a second head. Phoebe never hung up on him. He attempted to call again, but it went directly to voicemail. She had turned off her phone.@@novelbin@@


    Frozen for a moment, he then dashed out of the closet.


    In the living room, his eyes darted to the coat rack. Phoebe''s usual bag was missing. He rushed to the shoe cab and yanked it open. One of Phoebe''s go-to pairs of shoes was gone.


    Phoebe had definitely gone out.


    If it was just a regr outing, why wouldn''t she answer his calls and even turn off her phone? Anxiety hit Theodore like a ton of bricks.


    He thought, ''Where the heck did Phoebe go? The dinner party''s about to start. When''s sheing back?''


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