Chapter Twenty-Five
WHEN EDWIN WOKE up the next morning, the bed was empty except for little flakes of wax stuck everywhere. He shook his head as he brushed as much as he could off the bed and himself and then searched the room for Andrea. She was nowhere in sight, however, not even in the master bathroom. Glancing at his dresser, he noticed her stack of clothes was also missing. Surely, she wouldn’t have just got up and left without telling him.
He jerked the covers off and reached for his robe, concern creasing his brow. The entire house was quiet, the sun barely creeping through the curtains as he walked down the hallway, passing the other rooms. She wasn’t in any of those, either. Where the hell did she go?
As he stepped out of the hallway, he glanced toward the kitchen but heard no
