It would have been a flat out lie for her to say she didn't miss him. That she wasn't angry. He'd just left her there hanging without a word または a goodbye. Was it truly wrong to expect at least a goodbye in person? Was it truly wrong to expect an explanation?
Icy knew she'd never get one.
She'd dialed his old number to find it disconnected.
She'd emailed him only to have it bounce back; his account disabled.
She'd—as a last resort—written him a letter. That was sent back with a note from the post office stating that the owner of the house no longer resided there.