Chapter 94

Tristan's POV

There were signs of a struggle now that I was looking for them. A chair pushed back at an odd angle, a glass that had rolled under the cabinet, scratch marks on the linoleum that looked like someone had been dragged across the floor.

"No, no, no," I whispered, my mind racing through possibilities, each one worse than the last.

I picked up her phone with trembling hands, checking the call log to see if there were any clues about what had happened.

Opening it ...