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I tried retracing my steps, hoping to find a familiar landmark, but the town had transformed into a maze of streets and intersections. My heart raced as the realization sunk in—I was truly lost.

Stacy was going to get one hell of a kick out of this.

Stacy

It was late. He had gone exploring a few minutes past ten am. It was almost four pm and he was yet to return.

"I wonder if he found something interesting to keep his attention," Father said.

"I wouldn't count on that," I said as I picked up my phone and opened the contacts.

I found his contact. Even after he started working here, I was still skeptical about unblocking his number.

"I'll just block him again," I said to myself as I unblocked him and dialed his number.

He had helped out my father and I in one way or the other. He at least didn't deserve to be eaten outside by hungry wolves.

Am I developing a soft spot for the enemy?

When he started attending to the patients and poured out his heart in diagnosing them, I was reminded of the kind of man he was: the kind dedicated to saving lives no matter how little or big. The frustrating part for me was the fact that I was upset when the nurses started fawning over him. I noticed something, however; it felt like he was giving them the cold shoulder. I could have been seeing things.

"Why isn't he answering?" I groaned after calling him for the fifth time in a row.

"I think he left his phone," Father said as he pointed to a phone in the spot where Ethan had sat.

"You have got to be kidding me," I groaned and got up to leave, taking his phone with me.

"Where are you going?" Father asked.

"To find him. He's lost," I replied.

****

He didn't go with his car.

"…and he looked so handsome, staring off into the distance," a girl said to another, as they walked past me.

"Really? I heard he's a doctor. A very rich one," the other one said.

"Pardon me you two, but where did you see this man?" I asked.

"He was at Chickahominy River," the first replied. "He looked so dreamy."

"Describe him?"

"Brown hair, well-built body, six feet. He looked like that Richmond doctor in the magazine my mom buys," the second explained.

"How did he even get to the Chickahominy River?" I facepalmed myself.

"Is everything okay?" the first one asked.

"Nah, everything's alright," I replied with a smile. "Thank you two."

"You're welcome," they chorused and left.

He had also left his car keys, and there was no way I was walking.

Ethan

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