Grace’s POV

As I’d feared, Nathan didn’t come home last night. After our argument, he stormed out, seeking solace in a bottle, leaving me alone with my worries. I was furious—he deserved my anger—but more than that, I was consumed by anxiety.

Sleep eluded me as I waited, checking my phone obsessively. Every unanswered text and call, every moment of silence, deepened my unease. His GPS was off, leaving me with no way to know where he was or if he was safe.

Relief washed over me the ...