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Entering the house, I quickly shut down the shutters that are still up, now concluding that Shiloh must have fallen asleep; her car is in the driveway, and she rarely uses any of my vehicles from the garage, so she must be home, so her falling asleep is the only thing that can explain why she didn’t close the house.
Sprinting upstairs, a smile forms on my face, but it fades as I find the room empty. “Babe?” I call out, heading towards the bathroom and leaning against the door, but it sounds vacant. Placing the flowers and takeout on the table, I rush back to the bathroom, and slowly open the door, calling out to Shiloh. But she’s not anywhere inside. Where could she be, given that the TV downstairs is silent and she never watches TV down stairs at night? She alw
