Then louder.
“Emma!”
He ran from one room to the next.
The bedroom looked untouched except for the half-folded laundry I had left on the chair. The kitchen still had the mug of tea I had made and never finished. The bottle warmer remained on the counter. Ethan’s tiny blue blanket was lying across the sofa.
But there was no wife. Relationshipadvice books
No baby.
No sign of anyone alive.
Ryan grabbed his phone and called me.
Somewhere inside the house, my ringtone began to sound.
Soft.
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