She stirred but didn’t wake.
Relief washed over me, only to be replaced by confusion.
Why wasn’t she in her own bed?
Kyle would never make her sleep on the kitchen floor.
I stood and looked around.
The house felt wrong.
Too quiet.
Too still.
My delayed flight had landed nearly three hours late. By the time I unlocked the front door, it was almost midnight.
Kyle always waited up when I traveled.
His phone charger still sat beside our bed.
His wallet was on the dresser.
