“Sarah?”
He walked into the bedroom. Her phone was sitting on the nightstand, buzzing with a notification. That wasn’t like her. Sarah never went anywhere without her phone, especially not right before a trip.
A cold feeling settled in Mark’s stomach. He walked to the window and looked down at the busy Columbus street below. No sign of her.
He grabbed her phone. It was locked, but the screen showed a missed call from a number he didn’t recognize.
He tried to shake off the unease. Maybe she just ran to the corner store for gum. But why leave the phone? Why leave the suitcase?
He went back to the kitchen to retrieve the passport. He needed to stop the prank before it started.
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