I’ve been wrestling with this for a while and finally decided to share my story. For the past year, Emmet has been vanishing once a month, not saying where he’s going or why.
It was like clockwork, and each time he returned, he seemed more distant, lost in thought.
I didn’t want to be the paranoid girlfriend, but his secretive outings made me uneasy. Every time I asked, he’d brush it off, saying it was just some personal time he needed. I trusted him, but the consistent secrecy nagged at me.
Now, I need to give you a bit of a backstory for this to make sense. I had an older sister, Amber, who suddenly left home when I was just 15.
