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Gwyneth Nate is gone. He disappeared the same day my life shattered to pieces after I learned I’ve had a mother all along who didn’t know I existed. The same day my dad threatened to remove her from my life again. The same day I cried until there were no tears left, then instead of going home, I went to Nate’s apartment because I needed him. Not anyone else, just him. He’s the only one who’s able to chase away the chaos and make me feel at peace. He’s the only one I think of when my world splinters to pieces. It’s not that he mends it together—he’s not my fixer. He’s just the other half who helps me in being me. In fighting away the emptiness. But he wasn’t there and his phone was turned off. So I called Sebastian and he said he had no clue where his uncle was. He still doesn’t. Because Nate left nothing behind and the perpetrator is my father. I could feel it deep down in my heart that Dad had something to do with it. Not only did he drive Nate away, but he also made him the devil and