Cole's POV.
My wife was missing.
I grabbed my phone and started calling people, but I still got the same response, no one knew where she was.
I even called a few high-end hotels, assuming she might have booked a suite under an alias. Still, nothing.
“Are you sure? Check again,” I snapped at the receptionist on the other end of the line, my patience wearing dangerously thin.
“I’m sorry, sir. There’s no booking under that name,” she repeated.
I hung up, jaw clenched so tightly it ached.
Emily wasn’t the kind of woman who got lost. She didn’t make mistakes. If she wasn’t here, it was because she didn’t want to be found.
Or worse…because something had happened to her.
By noon, I was sitting in the police station, gripping the edge of the counter as I glared at the officer in front of
