Facade of Love

Chapter 208 When He’s Out of Line, I Step In

Idris did not seem drunk, but I had this nagging feeling he was a bit off–kilter.

He did not argue when I suggested staying put, just nodded and grunted in agreement.

I dashed into the bakery. Having never seen him indulge in sweets, I had no clue what he would like, so I just picked out a few treats that I liked. On my way out, I spotted a 24–hour convenience store and thought, ‘Yogurt’s good for sobering up,‘ so I grabbed a few cups along with some bottled water.

The whole trip took maybe seven or eight minutes. When I got back to the car, the passenger seat was empty. No sign of him in the backseat either. The street was bustling with people, lovers strolling hand in hand or friends laughing in groups, but no sign of Idris.

At first, I figured he had gone to get something himself, so I climbed back into the car to wait. After sitting there for a good while with no sign of him, worry started to gnaw at me. He had been drinking, and anything could happen to a drunk man alone at this hour.

The thought struck me, and suddenly, I just could not sit still in the car anymore. I hopped out and started searching high and low. The road stretched on forever, and every direction seemed the same, so I had no clue where to begin. All I could do was trust my gut and wander aimlessly in search of any sign.

I must have jogged up and down the road a dozen times without spotting a soul, and my worry only grew. It was not until I decided to get some help that I realized, in my rush, I had left my phone in the car.

Feeling helpless, I trudged back to the car to grab my phone and call for backup.

“Woof…” A sound from a shadowy alley caught me off guard. I was not usually a scaredy–cat, but it was way past midnight, someone was missing, and my nerves were already shot.

Then, curiosity got the better of me, and I peered into the alley. It was too dark to see clearly, but I could just make

when I remembered all those spooky stories I had heard. Old folks always said animals could sense things we could

a little. I was not one to believe in ghosts, but

to bolt, worried I might disturb something… something better left alone. With a deep breath, I steadied my nerves and slowly turned to leave.

a bizarre hiss

in the dim light, I could just barely see that it was a

I looked, the scarier it got. I tried to

something stirred in the shadows where the black dog was glaring–a flash of white,

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white blur. It was a person

longer, letting my

see the person and

a person and

take a longer look at the

I made out the familiar face in the dark, I was stunned for a good half–minute before blurting