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My stomach turned cold. The listing was on an estate liquidator’s site. Item: “Vintage writing desk, mahogany, minor water damage. Contains personal effects—buyer assumes all rights.” The photo showed her desk. The one she’d had since college. The one with the hidden compartment behind the middle drawer. The price: $40. The seller’s location: a storage unit auction. Her unit. The one I’d been paying for out of guilt for thirty-six months. They’d sold it without notifying me.

Outside, the first streetlight flickered and went out. Somewhere, a phone that had been silenced for three years began to ring. Searching for- rebecca ferraz in-All Categories...

One was her driver’s license photo—eyes too bright, smile too tight, the look of someone already planning their escape. The second was a screenshot. A thumbnail from a deleted subreddit: r/liminalspaces. The photo showed the interior of an empty 24-hour laundromat at 3 AM. In the far corner, a single red sneaker. Size seven. Her size. My stomach turned cold