For the past few days, he had been kicking himself for not accompanying the bear to that club. In his worry-grief stupor, he was sure something terrible had happened to Angus. How could he have been so foolish? Angus wasn’t a club person. He was so stupid; a horrible, useless boyfriend.
Disappearances in Bright Harbor weren’t like in Possum Springs—where even a runaway teenager would get the entire town up on a stir. Instead, disappearances in a place like Bright Harbor were like a grain of sand fading away from a beach—completely taken off the map with none the wiser.
So, of course, he had been run ragged with anxiety looking all over for the bear. The rose-tinted glasses of their move-in had been shattered as everyone just went on with their lives as he shoved the missing poster in their faces with grief-stricken anguish...