I rush upstairs to grab my phone, but there are no messages or calls from her.
“What the hell is going on?” I snap, agitated.
With panic steadily growing in my stomach, I get dressed and head back downstairs.
I walk straight out the front door to the guard house.
“Have any of you seen my wife?” I snap.
“Yes, sir, I saw her this morning when she left,” one of the guards says.
“She left?” I stammer.
“Yes, sir, to go to the pharmacy…and something about her friend.”
“Something about a friend? The pharmacy? What the fuck is going on?”
The guard looks terrified as he takes a step back.
“What time was this?” I demand.
“Around four,” he replies.
“Four?!” I blurt out. “Which car did she take?”
“The Audi.”
His face tells me he doesn’t know anything more that is actually going to help me find her.
I sprint back to the house to grab my car keys, trying for the second time to dial her number, but again it cuts out immediately as if the phone is off.
As I duck into my car, I punch in the security code to access the Audi’s onboard tracker.
The car is parked on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.
My heart constricts as I slam my foot down, speeding out of the gates that the guards have to rush to open for me.
I don’t know what the fuck is going on…but something is very wrong here.
It doesn’t take me long to reach the Audi.
The vehicle is sitting on the side of the road, unlocked, with the key still in the ignition. There is no sign of her.
I stumble backward, searching for signs of a struggle on the ground, but fresh snow has already fallen and covered anything that might have given me a clue.
Spinning frantically, I look for security cameras, anything I can access that will tell me what happened here.
But my stomach is twisting with the glaring truth of it all.
Her brother must have tricked her somehow and gotten her to leave the house. And then he took her.
Why the hell didn’t she wake me up? Why didn’t she speak to me?
I climb back into my car and grab my phone.
In a blind rage, I dial his number.
“Where the hell is she?” I snarl into the phone.
