Sarah was sitting at a small wooden table in the middle of the dusty room. She wasn’t tied up. She wasn’t crying.
She was playing cards with an older man Mark had never seen before.
Mark banged on the glass. Sarah looked up, startled. She didn’t look relieved to see him; she looked annoyed.
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She stood up and walked to the window, opening the latch.
“Mark? What are you doing here?” she whispered harshly.
“What am I doing? I hid your passport, you vanished, and your passport disappeared from the hiding spot! I thought you were kidnapped!”
Sarah stared at him, confused. “I didn’t take the passport. And I didn’t vanish. I left you a text… wait.”
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