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*Jim* She’s gone. I should have known she’d be gone when I woke, but I hadn’t put a bit of thought into it. I don’t remember the last time I’ve been more disappointed than when I woke alone in bed this morning. I found a wet rag in the bathroom, but that and the rumpled sheets were the only sign she had been there. “She was here?” Mike asks. I nod. “I left my phone inside and didn’t answer. She drove out here to check on us.” “On you,” he corrects me with a smirk. “She came to check on you. Seems like a nice girl.” I sigh. “She is.” She is nice- and kind and caring. She drove all the way here when I didn’t answer her. Could it be possible that she cares as much as I do? I sigh. I should have called her this morning as soon as I woke. -Missed you this morning, Darlin. Th