Instead, I found Mia curled up on the kitchen floor.
A thin blanket covered her body, her head rested on a pillow, and a glass of water had been placed beside her. For one terrifying moment, I thought something had happened to her.
I dropped my suitcase and rushed across the room.
“Mia?”
Her breathing was steady. She had no fever or visible injuries, but relief quickly gave way to confusion.
Why was my daughter sleeping on the floor?
It was nearly midnight. My flight had been delayed for hours, but Kyle usually stayed awake until I came home. His wallet and phone charger were still in our bedroom, yet he was nowhere to be seen.
Then I noticed light beneath Mia’s bedroom door.
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