“Jessa?” Damien called out, thinking she must be in the bathroom when he didn’t find her curled up in the sofa or in bed.
“Jessa?” He knocked on the bathroom door. When there was no reply, he opened the door. Empty. Panic unfurled and he pushed it down. He’d only been gone four hours. She must be in another part of the house. She knew he didn’t want her wandering up and down the stairs by herself. Although she was a lot better, there was still a slight wheeze to her breathing and he didn’t want her testing her lungs. If she had a coughing fit halfway down the stairs or felt dizzy she could fall and be seriously hurt.
“Jessa, where are you? Answer me now.” He grew increasingly concerned as he wandered through the house. Then he saw that one of the French doors in the living room was open.
