*Adam*
The bed is empty, and from the looks of things, there’s been a struggle here. My mouth hangs open as I stare from the unmade bed to Shelby and back again.
“What the f**k?” she asks, looking around the room. Without waiting for me to say anything, my wife runs to the adjoining bathroom. “Rose?” she calls, and I see her in there looking everywhere, including the shower and bathtub. I think she even lifts the lid to the toilet.
She comes up empty handed, and I’m not surprised because I see the secret passageway door open, and I know that Rose had to have gone through it.
Whether or not she went of her own accord, I’m not sure about at first, but then, the bed is a mess. It looks like someone ripped all of the blankets off of it, and I think the top sheet is missing. It doesn’t make
