No... I never even saw her this morning, she was gone before I even woke up.

[She thinks back to the night before, how they talked about their days, laughed and flirted. That feeling of being held tight against her chest, looking up at those big green eyes. What if she never gets to experience those things again? How different last night would be if she knew this would happen.

Stop it, Vera, she tells herself subconsciously. Now isn't the time to get caught up in those things.]

I had breakfast made for her this morning, but when she never came home I checked the network. [And you know the rest.]