His eyes, red and burning, looked away from the cold cup of coffee to see the clock across the room. It was 2:00am now.
"My God, where could she be?"
Pulling the yellow drapes to one side, he looked out to the driveway and then oppositely to the distant hill. Both remained void of any sign of her.
He had hesitated to call anyone... doing so would mean admitting that something really was wrong. His stomach was a pit of nervousness.
With great reluctance, he picked up the phone and dialed.
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