He slammed the wardrobe door shut with trembling hands. If she’d rushed off to meet another man for a secret affair, why leave all her everyday belongings behind? Unless she’d planned to come back… or unless something had stopped her from ever returning. Had someone prevented her from coming home?
His jealousy quickly morphed back into crippling dread. Adam convinced himself Clara hadn’t just left by choice. She’d gone out to meet someone, and something terrible, unthinkable had happened before she could make her way back home. Had she gotten into an accident? Had she been abducted against her will?
While rummaging through Clara’s old desk drawer searching for any small clue, Adam found a crumpled scrap of paper torn out of her notebook. A single unfamiliar address was scribbled across it in messy, rushed handwriting. He didn’t recognize the location at all, but the shaky scrawl made his chest tighten instantly, like it held the key to some urgent hidden secret.
