The cathedral was empty when I returned. The candles near the altar had burned down, and the silver badge lay where it had struck the marble.
A fresh dent crossed the wolf's chest. I picked it up and drove to the estate.
Elena would be angry. I could deal with anger.
I shoved open the manor doors. “Elena! Leo!”
No one answered.
I took the stairs two at a time and went straight to our bedroom. Elena's side of the closet held empty hangers and bare shelves.
The drawers where she kept her jewelry trays stood open. Even her perfume bottles were gone, along with the silver-backed brush that had sat on her dresser since our wedding.
Leo's room was the same. His drawings of knights and dragons had been removed, leaving clean rectangles on the painted walls.
The model horses from the stabl
