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Sebastian placed takeout and his car keys on the kitchen counter, next to Caleb’s laptop. Its screensaver was the only illumination in the area. Sebastian walked toward the bedroom and heard Caleb’s light snoring through the slightly opened door. Sebastian glanced at the time he’d texted Caleb, an hour ago. Caleb hadn’t texted him back. He’d never heard Caleb going to bed at nine-thirty at night. Sebastian took Caleb’s favorite beef broccoli from the bag and put it in the fridge. Once he opened the door, he saw some cut short pieces of gauze next to the trashcan. He kept his elbow on the door to give him some light so he could see as he picked up the small remnants of bandaging. Verifying there wasn’t any blood first, he lifted the wastebasket lid off with his foot, and threw the bandage