Ethan POV

The house felt wrong.

Too quiet. Too still. Like something had slipped out of place while I wasn’t looking. I walked through the living room again, the same circle I’d paced for the last hour. My footsteps echoed back at me—empty, sharp, restless.

She should have been here.

She was always here.

Emma didn’t move without telling someone. She didn’t step outside without a reason. She didn’t disappear.

Not like this.

I pulled my phone out again. My fingers were tight ...