CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“Sweetheart?” Chester shouts from his office. “Sweetheart, the baby is crying.”
No response.
He frowns and goes to the infant. Stopping next to the crib, he smiles at her, and the little girl stops wailing immediately. Either she’s missed her dad, or he’s using his power to increase the chances of her feeling soothed.
“I’m going to look for Mommy,” he croons. “It’s strange she didn’t hear you. Her earsies are as sensitive as the Big Bad Wolf’s.”
The baby gives him a toothless grin. He reluctantly exits the nursery and starts searching the house room by room.
“Matilda?” he calls out by the master bathroom door. “You in there?”
No reply.
He tries the handle. It’s locked. “Sweetheart, everything okay in there?”
Silence.
Frown returning, he tugs on the door handle.
