What Sarah Recorded
ACT ONE The coffee on the windowsill was still warm when David disappeared. Sarah Chen stood in the doorway of 4B and stared at it — a ceramic mug, half-full, steam still rising in the thin morning light that filtered through the fire escape. The coffee was black, two sugars, just the way David took it. She had seen him make it every morning at seven, standing at this exact window, playing his...
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