She left

GABRIEL

I drove into the garage, the gate had automatically opened. The first thing I noticed was that my girlfriend's car wasn't there.

I parked and went into the house.

“Cristela..." I called.

I was about to climb the stairs to check for her in the bedroom when I caught sight of a red box.

I halted, staring at the box in disbelief. Talia had that exact same box, we used to keep our BDSM playroom photos inside.

My heart was skipping rope in my chest, I was beginning to fear the unknown reason why Cristela's car wasn't in the garage.

“Cristela." I called, this time more louder and still I didn't stop moving forward to get the box.

I opened it, inside was a brown leather box. I opened it and there it was, the photos. It fell from my hands and I ran up the stairs to Cristela's bedroom.

Her journal was laying at the center of the bed, as if it was placed there for me to see. I didn't want to see what was inside, no.

“Cristela." I shouted, running around the house, searching room by room