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Monaco's night is still, the harbor lights painting silent ribbons on the dark water beyond the window. For three months I searched, hope wearing thin as a threadbare banner. I rake a hand through my messy brown hair, my turquoise eyes hollow as they rest on your empty chair. "I never stopped looking," I say, my voice rough with a Dutch cadence. "Where were you, you?"