Chapter 40
Lincoln's POV
It's around 10:12 p.m. and I'm just now finishing up. I'm eager to get home.
“Later Tom,” I call out.
Not even slowing down, I walk right past Sarah.
Did she say something? I don’t even know, but honestly, it doesn’t matter.
It almost feels alien, Sarah not coming with me or saying anything to me while I leave. I must’ve really pissed her off.
The air is cool but refreshing.
There's something about stepping out of the building and feeling the cold night air from the sky actually hit my face, it wakes me up, clears my head. I look down at my phone to see if Gabby texted me, only to find two messages back-to-back from her.
Gabby: home.
Gabby: Morris fed. Litter changed. He’s watching cat videos on the sofa and I gave him my shirt and yours for scenes
Confusion knits my brow as I stare at the texts.
Scenes?
What the hell does that mean?
Oh.
She meantscent.
For some reason, this makes me smile.
But why is she telling me this? Maybe she’s going to sleep early.
By the time I push open my front door and head inside, my nerves are sparking with anticipation. I miss her.
“Gabby. I’m home. Hey buddy!” I say, picking up Morris in my arms and kissing him on the top of his head.
“You are getting to be a very gigantic cat,” I tell him as I amble through the house, looking for Gabby.
She’s not in her room and she’s not in mine. Where the hell is she?
Grabbing my phone, I shoot her a text.
Me: Where u at
No response.
That’s very weird.
It’s very late and she didn’t say she was going anywhere. When I check the surveillance cameras, I see that she did indeed leave at some point, taking a shuttle. But I have no idea where she went and she didn’t volunteer the information. She probably dropped Morris off here because of the argument we had earlier.
Suddenly, now I wish she’d taken him.
The last thing I want to do is stress about this right now, so I take a shower, shave, wash my hair, and then dress into something comfortable.
Sitting on the couch, I type some last-minute stuff on my laptop for work.
