Maybe she’d been stuck late at work, he reasoned. She was a nurse, after all, and emergencies weren’t rare. He pulled out his phone and sent her a quick text: Just landed. Heading home now. Can’t wait to see you.
No reply.
Shrugging off the unease, he called for an Uber and spent the ride imagining Marissa’s face when he walked through the door. But when he reached their small suburban home and stepped onto the front porch, something felt… off. The lights inside were on, but the house was silent.
