Chapter 4

POV: Vincent

Vincent drove home with a small white bakery box on the passenger seat.

He had just finished taking photos with Rosie. He had handled his responsibilities to Celia and his daughter.

Now, he could finally go back to his real home. He could go back to his wife.

He unlocked the front door. He brought the cold evening air in with him.

"Maren? I am home!" he called out brightly.

A heavy, dead silence answered him.

No warm lights were on. No one walked out to greet him.

Vincent frowned. He looked down at the entryway mat. Maren's…