The atmosphere in the dining room felt tense, despite the many delicious dishes laid out on the table. Rhea didn't say a word, her head bowed low as she avoided eye contact with her mother.

"Where's your husband, Rhea? Tell him to come here and eat with us."

Rhea let out a quiet sigh. What she had feared was now happening-her mother was asking about Dion's whereabouts.

"He's not home."

That short answer was enough to make Aliza's forehead crease in confusion.

"Not home? Where did he go? ...