Liver

She wasn’t at the Starbucks. Yet.

Unless she’d left.

Maybe the call hadn’t been from her. But how could I find out?

Too much stress.

Gotta get a coffee.

Was enough on my ‘bucks card to get a small black?

Maybe, but, damn, I’d left my wallet at the flat. Along with the key.

Couldn’t get back in. No time anyway.

The number of the missed call had started to seem familiar.

If true, it couldn’t have been her.

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