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This one held the things she’d collected. A crumpled to-do list he’d dropped in the hallway. A pen he’d chewed on during a lecture. A single button that had come loose from his coat, which she’d found on a chair in the student lounge. She kept the button in a small velvet box beside her bed, touching it every night before she slept.

He didn’t know she’d taken it from his car at 2:00 AM, using the spare key she’d had copied. It was now on her nightstand, next to the button. She’d memorized every doodle, every half-formed idea, every anguished little poem he’d scribbled in the margins. She felt closer to him than ever. tatum christine obsessive

The second clue came three weeks later, when he mentioned he’d lost a favorite sketchbook. “It had some really personal stuff in it,” he said, frowning. “Weird. I swear I left it in my car.” This one held the things she’d collected

Tatum’s hand tightened around her mug. “That’s awful, baby. I hope you find it.” A single button that had come loose from

And that’s when he knew he had to run.