Chapter 5

Adrian pushed open the master bedroom door and found only a row of empty hangers.

They moved beneath the air vent, tapping softly against one another.

It was almost noon.

Olivia had not come downstairs for breakfast. Adrian had assumed she was still angry about the brunch. She often needed time after an argument, but she always returned when she was ready to speak calmly.

She had never stayed silent this long.

"Olivia?"

The bedroom gave him no answer.

Her everyday clothes were gone. So were her shoes, toiletries, and the small suitcase she kept beneath the bed.

Adrian frowned.…