Fuck.
Zoe is not in her bed.
Where can the woman be?
So I spin on my heels and slowly creep my way up to her bathroom. As I turn the corner and creak the door open, it is completely empty. In fact, it is so empty and none of her things are in here anymore.
Fuck.
They have changed her room.
I knew I should not have left that goddamn rose on her bedside table.
With nothing but disappointment, I move back to the center of the room. Glancing at my watch briefly, I see that I am fast approaching ten minutes. I cannot be here longer than the time I have allowed. But there is no way that I am leaving without Zoe tonight.
And that is when I make my next decision, which I know I might regret.