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Not my room, not my bed

I didn’t understand that. He couldn’t just disappear, could he?

At first, I feared that it could be a kidnap but when I got to his room, I knew the man had walked out of our lives as mysteriously as he came in.

His books were gone, and so were the sketches. His clothes were left behind. He only took the things he valued.

It hurt that he didn’t even say goodbye.

I wondered if he would have said goodbye if I hadn’t gone to Texas, or if he had even left at all.

Maybe It was an emergency, he was needed somewhere and he had no choice but to go there immediately. It could be a family issue. He would come back.

Yet I knew he wouldn’t. Carlos wasn’t the man we thought he was. He was much more.

The air was still tense over Carlos's disappearance when Louis decided to tell Juan of his decision to leave Mexico City.

I have never seen the brother argue so violently.

I was sent upstairs as they hurled Spanish at each other. I couldn’t hear them clearly but Juan was very much against his brother l
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