“Once, he tried to call Sage but there was no answer. After he took a shower, he sat on the bed and went onto the Internet. He halfway expected to be blocked from her account, but he wasn’t, so he left a message.
Hunter: Sage? Are you there?
Several minutes passed. Nothing. He laid his phone down and turned on the television, seeking something that would numb the pain slicing through his heart like a serrated knife. Choosing a movie about a bank robbery, he tried to lose himself in the action and inane dialogue. A soft ding almost caused him to levitate from the bed.
Sage: I’m here.
Hunter grabbed the phone, read the message and began to type. His hands quivered with nerves.
Hunter: I’m still in town. Where are you?
Sage: I’m home.
Hunter: Give me your address. Let me come over. Please.
Sage: No.
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