I’d taken the girls swimming while Daniel said he wanted to catch up on some emails. After we finished our usual poolside routine of smoothies and towel-wrapping races, we headed back to the hotel room. The moment I opened the door, I knew something was wrong.
His suitcase was gone. His clothes, his shoes, his phone charger—vanished. Like he’d never been there. My stomach dropped.
“Where’s Daddy?” Ivy asked, her little brow furrowed.
“Maybe he went to get snacks?” I offered, trying to stay calm, but even I didn’t believe it.
Then I saw it. A folded note on the nightstand with my name on it. My hands trembled as I opened it. It was Daniel’s handwriting, without a doubt.
“Alyssa, I’m sorry. I have to disappear for a bit. Soon, you’ll understand why. Just trust me.”
That was it.
