Now, standing all alone in their quiet apartment with her phone permanently unreachable and the passport he’d hidden mysteriously vanished without a trace, his silly little prank felt anything but funny. His heart thudded wildly in his chest, beating an uneasy, frantic rhythm. He replayed every moment of that morning over and over in his head, desperately trying to pinpoint the exact second everything had started to feel off and unfamiliar.
Adam began tearing through the apartment in a full, frantic search, checking every room one by one as his anxiety spiraled higher by the second. He searched the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom, and even the narrow hallway just outside their front door. There was no handwritten note left behind, no sound of footsteps or movement anywhere, not a single sign that she’d simply stepped out quickly and forgotten to tell him where she was going or when she’d be back.
