*Adam*

The bed is empty, and from the looks of things, there’s been a struggle here. My mouth hangs open as I stare from the unmade bed to Shelby and back again.

“What the fuck?” she asks, looking around the room. Without waiting for me to say anything, my wife runs to the adjoining bathroom. “Rose?” she calls, and I see her in there looking everywhere, including the shower and bathtub. I think she even lifts the lid to the toilet.

She comes up empty handed, and ...