Adam began a proper search, moving room to room with increasing urgency. He checked the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom, and even the narrow building hallway outside their door. No note. No sound of movement. No sign she’d simply stepped away and forgotten to tell him where she was going.
He fired off a text—Where are you? Call me. Another followed. And another. Each message sat with a small, mocking “sending” symbol before finally failing. No check marks, no delivered status. It was as though her phone had dropped off the face of the earth.