Richard Knight was not used to feeling helpless. He was a man of action, of power. When he wanted something, he got it. No delays. No excuses. No failures. But now, sitting in his car outside the company building about to go home. He felt something he didn’t recognize. Loss. Ann was gone. Then he remembered something. She might be at her mother's place.
The next day early in the morning, he called his assistant to cancel all the meetings for the day and started off to Ann's place. It was a long drive, but it was his only lead. The sky had turned gray by the time he arrived at the small house. He walked up the porch steps and knocked. The door opened, and an older woman with kind eyes appeared. She looked surprised to see him. “Richard,” she said with a touch of confusion. “What are you
