The front door slammed with enough force to rattle the crystal vase on the entryway table. A petal detached from one of the dying roses Ava had arranged three days ago and floated to the marble floor.

Ethan brushed past Victoria and Phoebe who stood stunned in the living room and charged upstairs ignoring his mother's attempt to stop him.

His leather shoes pounded the curved staircase, each step heavier than the last, until he reached the second floor.

The bedroom door, Ava's bedroom ...