Part Fourteen: Eleven Days

Here is my part and I am going to do it without softening it, because I have had three years and a therapist and the softened versions are all available and none of them survives contact with a calendar.

I looked for eleven days.

I called the building.

I called two friends.

I emailed her old work address twice.

I drove to a town in Ohio where I knew her mother had lived and found that her mother had died in 2016, which I knew, and I turned round.

On day eleven I sent a letter to the last address I had, which came back.