When Racheal woke up the next morning, she immediately sensed something was wrong. Steffan was not in bed beside her.

She slowly rolled out of bed, her body ached from all that running and struggling yesterday.

She checked the bathroom. He was not in there. She rinsed her face and mouth, and stepped out.

“Steffan.” She called.

He walked in as if on cue. She saw he was holding her purse.

“Where did you find this?” She asked, looking up at him.

He was fully dressed, ...