When Love Breaks by Jack

My heart was racing, and I blurted out without a second thought, “Something terrible has happened, Ramona’s gone missing.”

“Hey, hey, take a breath. I’ll help you look for her,” Mark reassured me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“But weren’t you here on some business? You should probably get that sorted first…”

“No worries, finding Ramona is way more important. Let’s not waste any more time, let’s go!”

With that, Mark joined me as we rushed into the nursing home.

The room was quiet, save for Dr. Andrews and his assistant.

Dr. Andrews furrowed his brows upon seeing me. “Ms. Webster, what in the world is going on? Ramona was on the verge of recovery, how could she just disappear at a time like this?” “Dr. Andrews, I’m sorry, I only just got the news myself.”

I scanned the room, finding no signs of disarray, which only added to my anxiety.

Before jumping to any conclusions, I sought confirmation from Dr. Andrews, “Doctor, given Ramona’s current recovery state, is it possible she became confused again and wandered off?” “That’s unlikely.”

Dr. Andrews was firm in his answer, confident. “Ramona was nearly fully recovered. With the treatment planned for today and tomorrow, she was supposed to be discharged. Even without these last sessions, it’s improbable she would relapse so suddenly; her nervous system has pretty much healed.”

“So, you’re saying Ramona was definitely lucid?”

nodded. “Yes, that seems to be the

clenched my hands

absence of chaos in the room suggested Ramona might have been taken away quietly

“Could Dorothy and her crew

out of the

the police on my cell when an unknown

circumstances, I’d dismiss it as spam and hang up. But now, I

address you as Ms. Webster, or perhaps Ms. Myers, or… Ms. Taylor?” The man’s voice on the other

it clear he had dug deep into my background,

as I

the question, “But what is important, for you, is that

“Who exactly are you?!”

deep breath, trying to suppress the panic rising within me, and focused on the crucial

to someone smart sure makes things

chuckle, “I’ll text you an address. Don’t call the cops, and

I frowned. “Alone?”

Hearing this, Mark’s expression

phone from me and spoke

are,

way