I barely got it out. “Yes.”
The room went too bright, too loud, like my senses couldn’t decide what to do with reality.
Emily’s eyes were huge. “Do you want me to message him? Should I tell him where you are?”
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.
“The last update was Sunday.”
So I did what I’ve always done: tried to shrink it.
“It might not be him,” I said. “It could be old.”
Emily gave me a look that said, Please don’t lie to yourself.
“Miss Anne,” she said gently, “he updates it every week. The last update was Sunday.”
Sunday.
