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"Rachel--"
But the woman who turned - the woman whose arm he held - was not Rachel, but goddamnit she could have been.
"Sorry," he said, already turning on his heel.
It had been a few days since she'd just so thoroughly disappeared from his life without any prior indication. One moment she was on his bed, laughing and beautiful, and the next--
Young Do clenched his hands to fists. His phone remained silent, its battery drained - a testament to just how much of it he used just to try and place a call to her that never connected.
Lee Esther refused to talk to him. That alone made him realize that Rachel hadn't merely gone somewhere else - she'd left.
Left him.
A pity that talking to her mother had been his one and only recourse; it's not like Rachel had any friends around.
But he would not, under all things holy and fucking bright, ask help from Kim Tan. Last Young Do knew, Rachel hated that second son more than anything, and she'd be damned to ask help from him, of all people.
Which meant that, technically, no one in Korea knew where she'd gone.
He swore. Anger and something even more potent brewed under his skin.
Yoo Rachel was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it.
But he would have to find her first.