Chapter 6

Jake had never imagined that one night he would open his front door and find nobody waiting for him.

"Em?" he called, dropping his keys into the ceramic bowl by the entryway. "Lily?"

The house answered with silence.

Rain tapped steadily against the front windows. Jake stood just inside the door, damp at the shoulders from the short walk through the garage, listening for the quick patter of Lily's feet or Emily's voice from the kitchen.

Nothing.

He glanced toward the kitchen first. The overhead light was on. Emily's mug sat beside the sink, a pale brown ring dried around…