I awoke around nine and was in bed alone. Stevie's side was cold like he hadn't been in bed for a while. I got up and slipped into one of mom's robes and went to see if he was making breakfast. He wasn't in the kitchen or living room. I went upstairs and found no sign of him. His duffel bag and clothes were still in my room, as was his coat. I went back down and looked in the garage. His car wasn't there.
I pulled out my cell phone and dialed his number. I heard a sound coming from the living room. I went out to find his cell phone was on the table where he'd set it last night. I began to wonder if he'd just run out to get something, but I had a suspicion that he had fled.
The message light on my phone was blinking. I looked and there were over 50 text messages from Mark. All of them sai
