Hours later, Gwen woke up to a completely silent house. She called Elizabeth’s name, but got no response. Gwen got up, still groggy, and walked to the guest room. The bed was empty. Her suitcase—gone. Not a trace.
In the kitchen, Gwen finally found a note stuck to the refrigerator. Elizabeth’s handwriting was quick, as if written on the go. Found a hotel I could stay in—decided to move over there. That was all. No goodbye. No explanation. Gwen stood there, confused. Why would she leave in such a hurry?