The house was as silent as a graveyard when I pushed the front door open, Alec behind me. The silence immediately felt wrong.
Usually Anna was somewhere around the house, humming while cooking, folding clothes in the living room, or watching one of her boring shows. But this time there was nothing. She was a housewife, she barely went out.
I frowned slightly as I slipped my shoes off near the door.
“Anna?” I called absentmindedly while dropping my bag on the couch.
No answer.
Oh not today Anna, I’m starving.
Alec didn’t seem to notice anything strange at first. He just walked past me, pulling off his leather jacket carelessly before tossing it over the armchair.
I glanced toward the kitchen.
The lights were on, causing a weird feeling to settle in my stomach.
“I’ll check the kitch
