I hadn’t seen Elizabeth since she left the nightclub with the guy we had been talking to.
It didn’t concern me when she didn’t show up the next day; I just figured she was spending the day with him or something.
I was worried when she was gone a second night, though.
She was carefree, but she wasn’t irresponsible, and she would have phoned to let me know or something if she was going to be gone for longer than she expected.
I didn't think she had much money with her, either. We had planned to go out for an evening of dancing and drinks, not a weekend of... whatever the hell she was going with that guy she had left the club with; she had no change of clothes with her, and she had been wearing a crop top and miniskirt that would look bizarre if she wore them out on the street during the
