I Think I Messed Up
My girlfriend kept disappearing. Not for too long, one or two days at the most, but I was concerned. She claimed she was going to the beach for a “girls’ day” but I was honestly starting to get a little paranoid. I resolved to find out for myself the next time she vanished—-and I had the means to do so. After all, I had an honest to god magic book. Sure, lots of it were in Latin, and I’d only sorta paid attention in that class in college, but hey, everything had worked just fine before.