I hear the door to the closet right next to the bed swinging open, then shutting soundly. But I’m confused now. Why is Gertie hiding in the closet? It’s not like Sam doesn’t know she exists.

Doesn’t he?

“Hey, Sammy.” Monica’s voice, traveling through the thin walls of our apartment.

“Monica?” He sounds baffled. “What are you doing here?”

“Abby called me to come over to talk,” she says. “But then she was just… ranting and raving. And she finally ran out.”

“She… ran out?”

“What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were giving a lecture?”

“I canceled it.” I can hear him sigh. “I sort of had it out with Abby last night, and I couldn’t stop feeling shitty about the way we left things. I really need to talk to her. We’ve got to figure this out.”

My heart swells. Sam isn’t plotting against me with Monica. He’s on my side. And even after all the things he believes I’ve done, he wants to try to work things out with me. Of course, it would be nice if he believed me in the first place, but I have to admit, the evidence was pretty damning.

“Do you know where she went?” Sam asks.

“I have no idea. Honestly, she was almost unintelligible. Probably high out of her mind.”

Sam is quiet. Don’t believe her. Please don’t believe her.

Monica’s voice again: “She said something about getting out of town. She was calling the airport.”

“The airport?”

I calm my heavy breathing so I can hear them better. The radiator is really starting to hurt my arm—I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s bleeding.

“Yeah, she ordered an Uber to LaGuardia, so…?”

“Jesus Christ. All right… I, uh… maybe I’ll see if I can get over there and find her. You don’t have any idea where she might have been booking tickets for?”

“I’m sorry, no.”

“All right.”

Oh my God, he believes her. He’s leaving! Please don’t leave, Sam! Don’t believe her!

“Let me just call her phone real quick though,” he says. “Maybe I can talk some sense into her.”

“No, Sam.” There’s an urgency in Monica’s voice. “You can’t talk sense into her. You can’t.”

And that’s when I hear it. The ringtone. My ringtone.

“Monica?” He sounds so confused, I want to run over and hug him. “Why are Abby’s purse and phone still here?”

“Um…” I hold my breath, waiting to hear what she’ll say. “She was in such a state, Sam… she just left everything behind.”

“Even her phone?”

“Apparently…”

“I’m sorry,” Sam says. “If there’s one thing I know about Abby, she would never leave the house without her phone. Where is she, Monica?”

“I told you—I don’t know!”

“Abby!” He’s shouting now. “Abby! Are you here?”