The next morning, her side of the closet was empty.
I told her she was being unfair.
Neither of us apologized.
The next morning, her side of the closet was empty. Her phone number stopped working before lunch. By evening, every account she owned was gone.
I called her friends, her mother, and old professors. No one knew where she had gone, or at least no one admitted it.
I searched for ten years.
Cara had left my life as completely as if she had been erased overnight.
I searched for ten years. Not every day, but often enough to ruin good things.
I dated kind women and compared their laughter to hers. I moved cities, changed jobs, and still checked unfamiliar faces in crowds.
Friends said I missed an idea, not a person.
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