David
The first thing I did when I got home from the office was muscle memory at this point. I tossed my keys on the counter, loosened my tie, and went straight to my laptop. Sliding into my chair, I opened the camera app. My lifeline to Laura.
And… nothing. The screen displayed an empty house, devoid of life. No Laura humming while tidying up, no twins crawling around, no Mrs. Abigail serving up her signature sass in the kitchen. I stared at the lifeless feed and groaned.
“Right…” I muttered to myself. “London.”
I slumped back in my chair, feeling the hollow ache of her absence. Then, from behind me, came the unmistakable sound of a throat being cleared.
“WHAT IS THIS?!” Mrs. Abigail’s voice boomed like an explosion, jolting me upright.
I spun around to find her standing there, arms
