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to Sarah. He’d tried to call her again a few days ago, but she hadn’t answered the call. Tired of figuring out what was going on, he hadn’t left a message. It hurt like hell, though, that she wouldn’t talk to him. Of course, he’d accept that she’d gone back to Timmy, as long as he could have her as his friend. His best friend.
    Then he remembered a message coming through from Oliver earlier in the day. He’d been too busy watching the kids so he’d never read it.
     
    In perth 4 a few days talked to saz last nite u need to call her.
     
    Everything inside him tightened with frustration.
    “I friggin’ did call her,” he mumbled to himself when he got into the car.
    How could his life turn so out of control within a few days? He hit the redial button and had Oliver on the line within seconds.
    “Did you call her?” Oliver said by way of answering the phone.
    “I did.”
    “Good. I can take it, it’s all sorted.”
    “She’s not answering my calls.”
    There was a long pause before Oliver finally asked, “Come again?”
    “You heard me.”
    “When was that?”
    “Yesterday.”
    Oliver cursed. “This is ridiculous. Mate, I’m on a boat to some island and Tam reckons I’ll lose connection any time soon. Give her another call. Rachel’s—”
    The connection broke.
    Rachel what? Markus couldn’t believe it. One morning spent with Sarah, and his life turned into chaos.
    He rang Sarah. Again. No answer. Markus did a quick U-turn and in less than thirty minutes stood in front of her door. Her car was in the driveway. Looking around, he noticed a few windows slightly ajar so he went to the back to retrieve the spare key. Although he’d done it a couple of times before, he was aware it might get him into trouble this time. He looked around again before heading down the small path to the back. Sarah’s spare key was part of her self-made wind chime of ten keys in the pergola. He untied the key, but before he opened the door, he knocked first. When nobody answered, he went inside.
    “Sarah?”
    Silence greeted him.
    “Sarah?”
    He walked down the hall, to the kitchen, and then back to her room. When he walked past the spare room, he saw a travel bag on the bed. Looking around, he noticed that the bed was made, whereas Sarah’s bed had been rumpled. Leaning against the door jamb, his gaze fell on the window and the yard behind it. Nothing made sense.
    Markus went back into the kitchen and found a pen and paper in one of the drawers. He wrote:
     
    CALL ME, M.
     
    And left it on the table. Then he headed back home to pack his bag, never leaving his phone out of sight.
     
    ***
     
    A phone call from a hospital woke Sarah. The nurse informed her that her sister had been admitted a few days earlier. They wouldn’t, or weren’t able to, give her any further information on what happened, but assured Sarah that her sister was in a stable condition, and she was more than welcome to visit Rachel after ten o’clock.
    Relief washed through her like a fine wine as she slowly sank back into her pillow. Staring up at the ceiling, an overwhelming feeling of wanting to know more about Rachel’s hospitalisation overcame her, but at the same time the realisation that she hadn’t disappeared as she thought she would have.
    Grabbing the phone from her bedside table, she dialled Oliver’s number.
    “What are you doing in Perth, honey?”
    “Sweet pea, I got engaged and now I’m celebrating in style.”
    Sarah sat up straight and nearly screamed. “Oh my God. Engaged? Who to? And why? And why haven’t you told me earlier? And—”
    “Will you shut up?” He laughed. “So what was the first question?”
    “Who?” she asked.
    “My Tammy girl.”
    “ The Tamara? Coach Becker’s niece?”
    “That’s the one.”
    For the first time in days, Sarah had experienced a rush of happiness inside her. She knew how much Oliver had wanted to be with Tamara and the news of their engagement had been wonderful