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up. She made sure to look at each building carefully, trying to match it with the building from the
photos,
but none looked quite right. Eventually, she hit the intersection of Perry Street and Greenwich Avenue.
The
street ended in a T. Across the street, Perry was nowhere to be seen—there was a restaurant called
Fiddlesticks
Pub & Grill instead.
Spencer’s heart began to race. It felt as if she’d been plopped into a reccurring dream she’d had since
second
grade, the one where a teacher announced a surprise test, and while the other students eagerly began
to
fill in the answers, Spencer couldn’t even decipher the questions.
She pulled out her cell phone, trying to keep calm, and dialed Michael’s number. There was obviously an
explanation for this.
A recording of an operator’s voice blared through the receiver—the number she had dialed had been
disconnected.
Spencer dug around in her bag and found Michael’s card. She keyed in his number again, repeating
it back to herself to make sure she hadn’t transposed any digits. There was the same recorded message.
Spencer held the phone outstretched, pain radiating at her temples.
Maybe he changed phone numbers, she told herself.
Then, she dialed Olivia’s number. But Olivia’s phone just rang and rang. Spencer held her finger on the
end
button for a long time. This didn’t necessarily mean anything, either—only that Olivia must not have an
international
calling plan.
A woman pushing a baby carriage veered out of her way, struggling to hold a bunch of grocery bags
upright.
When Spencer looked down the street, she noticed Olivia’s new apartment building gleaming in the
distance.