Chapter 4

Nathan turned the Range Rover into the driveway at ten past one in the morning. The house was dark.

The porch light was off. He pressed the garage opener clipped to his visor, parked, and entered through the kitchen.

The faint hum of the refrigerator was the only sound greeting him.

"Rachel? Lily?" he called out, slipping his suit jacket off and dropping his keys onto the kitchen island.

He walked toward the front hallway, expecting to see shoes scattered across the rug. Instead, Rachel's camel winter coat was missing from the wooden rack.

The space on the floor where…