Black Tuesday
Nadine Catalano
There were no clues, it seemed as if I’d just disappeared. Everything that belonged to me remained, my purse, my phone. My life.
I just vanished.
Everyone speculated if I was alive or dead, if I was kidnapped or ran away.
Except him.
He was tormented by my ghost, his guilt, and the memories.
He still is.
Sometimes, even when the horror ends, it does not go away.
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