Page 37 of Sweet Virgin

Allie's brows drew up, curving high as her mouth frowned. Before I could grab her, before I could utter another word, she was gone.

The door clicked shut with a gentle pop, her perfume lingering as the only reminder I had that she was even there.

And I was left confused, wondering what went wrong.

Did I do something, say something?

Throwing my hands into my hair, I tugged it back tight against my scalp. I knew it had to do with the text. She was fine, everything was fine until that fucking message.

I wasn't sure what it was or who it was from, but it didn't matter.

I wasn't losing her.

Not like this, not ever.