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I don’t even know how I got home. I must have wandered the streets in a daze. It’s not the first memory blank I’ve had. Sometimes, when I go through stressful situations, my mind tends to try to protect me. At least that’s the way Maisie put it when I first saw her.
I’m still struggling to make sense of exactly what it all means. The fact that Gavin Armitage’s studio is no longer there is worrying enough. That he could clear everything out inside a few days and disappear is unlikely, but still possible. What worried me the most is what the cleaner said.
There isn’t anyone upstairs. There hasn’t been for months.
Except I know for a fact there was someone there last week. Gavin was there last week. And he hadn’t just moved in that morning, either. The whole place was kitted out as a f
