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The Empty Storeroom
The first rays of sunlight filtered through the small window of the storeroom, casting long shadows on the floor, but the room was eerily empty. The blanket Anita had taken in with her lay untouched on the bare ground. My heart skipped a beat as the realization set in—she was gone. The reality hit me like a tidal wave, washing over my pride and leaving me submerged in confusion and fear.
I rushed through the house, hoping I’d find her in some hidden corner or that she had perhaps gone to the bathroom. But the house echoed with silence—there was no trace of her presence, no hint of where she might have gone. It was as if she had vanished into thin air. Panic gripped me as the implications began to sink in.
The Search
