Beverly's POV

I woke two hours later to sunlight streaming through my bedroom windows, I went into immediate panic when I realized how late it was and how quiet the house felt.

The worst thing was when I realized Emma's stroller sat untouched in the hallway and her diaper bag hung on its hook by the door. Bruce. He wasn't at home either.

He had taken our daughter somewhere without any of the equipment we always used for outings with an infant.

I called him repeatedly, my phone pressed against ...