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Chapter 4
Sarah's POV
Where the hell is he? I’ve been trying to reach Lincoln over and over. He’s not answering anything. God damn it. Is he trying to flake on me?
I know his stupid ex-wife is living with him again. That stupid bitch woman. Quite a few times I’ve wanted to show up to Lincoln’s house just to start some shit, but Lincoln warned me against it, so I have to be covert.
But good ol’ Gabrielle is always there.
So where is Lincoln? I keep calling, and when I get worried and still can’t reach him, I figure I’d call some of the dudes from work. Nobody knows where he is.
It’s weird of him not to answer or at least let me know where he is.
He’s not home.
I ring the doorbell, knowing that Gabrielle might answer or she might not. I look through the windows, trying to see if I can see anything through the glass. There’s no movement. The house is very dark, except for the kitchen light being on in the distance.
I could have sworn I saw the cat moving in there.
Where the hell is he?
My curiosity makes me want to call Gabrielle. I move back to my car, and then one of the neighbors, an older man who usually walks his dog around this time, is staring at me and the house.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
“Yeah, is everything okay? Is your boyfriend okay? Are you guys okay?” the old man asks.
I’m confused.
“Why are you asking? As far as I know, we’re fine. I can’t find him.”
“That’s weird, because there was an ambulance here earlier.”
My heart drops. I’ve never been the kind of person to obsess over anyone. I know I like Lincoln.
I care about him deeply.
But I guess I didn’t realize how much until the old man said that. My heart feels like it just about exploded into a cloud of precipitation, worry overtaking everything.
“What do youmeanthere was an ambulance?” I ask.
“Yeah, there was an ambulance here earlier this evening. I’m not sure what happened, but it looked like they were taking him out of his house, and the black girl was with him. I was wondering what happened.”
I get in my car immediately and make a beeline for the hospital.
When I get there, I go straight to the front desk.
“Is Lincoln Arnoldson here? Did he come in?” I ask.
The nurse looks at me. “Who are you to the patient?”
“I’m his girlfriend.”
The nurse looks at me weird. I slap the desk twice.
“Where is he? Is he okay? I need to see him.”
