LIAM RYDER
The moment I pulled into the driveway, I didn’t even wait for the engine to cool. I leaped out of the car and stormed into the house, my heart thudding wildly, my eyes scanning every corner like my life depended on what they might find.
"Karen!" I called out, my voice echoing through the house as I took the stairs two at a time. I don’t even remember my feet touching the steps—one second I was downstairs, the next I was throwing open our bedroom door.
Nothing.
The room was empty.
Where was she?
Where the hell was Karen?
I’d never known fear could drive me this insane, never imagined I could spiral so fast because I was afraid of losing someone.
My body felt disconnected, my brain trying to think, but my heart had taken the wheel, recklessly speeding toward panic. I diale
