Gina discover's her things are missing!

Steam curled around the ceiling, fogging the mirror and clinging to the tile walls like a warm, misty blanket. The hiss of the shower finally faded, replaced by the soft drip of water trailing from the faucet. Gina gave her wet hair a final wring and hummed the last cheerful notes of her song, her voice echoing lightly in the small space.

Still behind the curtain, she reached out for the towel she knew was hanging on the rack just an arm’s length away.

Her fingers swiped nothing but air.

She paused, blinked, and tried again—this time with a frown creasing her brow. The towel rack was bare.

“What the…” she murmured.

Her hand moved downward toward the wooden stool beside the shower, the spot where she’d neatly folded her clothes before stepping in. Her fingers groped around blindly, but found only the smooth, cool surface of the stool’s seat.

No jeans. No shirt. No underwear. Nothing.

She flung the curtain aside with a wet slap, revealing her naked body to the rest of the bathroom, her mouth tightening as she scanned the bathroom.

Everything was gone.

A beat of stunned silence.

Then her shoulders sank slightly, and she muttered, “Oh no… please tell me he didn’t.”

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