Chapter 5

Grant took the rest of the stairs two at a time. The tulips knocked against his leg.

The hallway was dark.

He expected to find Lauren in the armchair by the bedroom window, staring at her phone in that stiff, quiet way she got whenever they had a disagreement.

He pushed the bedroom door open. “Lauren?”

The room was silent. The duvet was pulled flat, the pillows propped neatly against the headboard. He flipped the wall switch.

The closet door was open an inch. Grant pulled it wide.

The right side, where her blazers, dresses, and coats normally hung, was…