“Laura,” Andy shouted out as he strode in the front door, letting it swing shut behind him. He took the stairs two at a time and was halfway up when Jules called out, “Andy, she’s gone.”
Jules was staring up at him in a dark brown house dress and white apron. Her large, round face appeared distressed in a way Andy had not seen before. She wasn’t even wringing her hands, and that was something she did often when something upset her.
Andy’s stomach flipped, and he hesitated only a second before racing up the stairs to their bedroom at the end of the long hall. He pushed open the door and took in the neatly made four poster bed, the easy chair, and the loveseat in front of the fireplace. There was no mess, nothing out of place. Andy yanked open Laura’s drawers, where her clothes were suppos
