When Trust Shattered in My Own Home, I Chose Silence Over Chaos

bookshelves, even Winston’s bed as if the answer might be hiding in fabric.

Still nothing. “You don’t think it was moved during cleaning?” she asked nervously, her voice shaking slightly. “Maybe Nick put it somewhere safer?”

My stomach dropped, but I nodded, unwilling to let suspicion take shape too quickly.

I continued searching the house with growing continue reading …