Daniel left the study with his pulse pounding hard behind his temples. The house below had become chaos. Staff rushed through corridors, doors opened and slammed shut, and Nancy’s sharp voice carried from one room to the next as she barked orders at anyone in sight. None of it drowned out the one thought repeating in his mind.
Where the hell was Maisie?
He pulled out his phone and called her immediately.
Straight to voicemail.
His jaw tightened. He called again.
Voicemail.
Again.
Nothing.
A cold unease slipped beneath his anger. Maisie would not just disappear. She was not dramatic. She was not reckless. She hated scenes and avoided confrontation whenever she could. She would rather swallow hurt than create public chaos.
So why today?
Why now?
He paced the corridor and called ag
