Silence answered him.
He began to tear the apartment apart, no longer worried about the mess. He checked the closet, under the bed, even the balcony.
Then, he noticed something on the dining table that he had missed before. It was tucked under a fruit bowl, barely visible.
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It was a small, folded piece of yellow lined paper.
Mark unfolded it. It wasn’t a note from Sarah. It was an old receipt from a coffee shop in Columbus, dated three years ago.
On the back, in handwriting that definitely wasn’t Sarah’s, was a single address.
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