Then one message arrived.
Do not contact me again. Please.
I stared at the words.
That was not Hannah.
Hannah had argued with me through every disagreement since college.
She did not vanish.
She confronted.
I drove to her apartment.
Her car was in the parking lot.
Lights glowed behind her windows.
But no one answered.
I knocked until my knuckles hurt.
“Hannah!”
