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GARETH “I’m here!” I announce as I step into the apartment. “I brought food so we don’t have to worry about cooking.” The first thing that hits me is the silence. It’s oppressive. Usually, he has some boring classical music playing. The second thing is the relative darkness. A ball of fur rubs against my leg, and I crouch to scoop Moka into my arms. She snuggles close, purring softly. “What’s up, girl? Did Kayden not come home yet?” It’s weird to call this place home, but I guess it kind of is. She meows, her eyes glowing faintly in the low light. “Aw, are you hungry?” A long, dramatic meow confirms it. I drop the bag on the kitchen counter, fill her empty bowl, and leave her to eat before heading to the bedroom. He should be here by now since he only teaches in the morning today. “Kayden?” My feet halt the moment I step inside. Dim light casts eerie shadows across the room, and Kayden’s restless form lies tangled in the bedcovers. At first, I think it’s strange he’s sleeping this earl