"Good morning, Tricia. Have you seen Donald around?"I stood in the hallway, arms folded across my chest, my eyes scanning the house like I'd catch him hiding behind the curtains.

"Who? Donald? Nope, haven't seen him all morning. Why?" Tricia responded, casually sipping her coffee like nothing was wrong.

I let out a frustrated sigh and ran my fingers through my hair, already dialing his number again. "I can't seem to reach him. He's not picking up his phone. We planned on heading out early to ...