I knew something was wrong the moment I opened my apartment door.
Nothing looked broken, and nothing appeared to be missing, but the place felt different in a way I couldn't immediately explain.
I stood in the doorway with my keys still in my hand, and I slowly looked around the living room.
The cushions were slightly out of place. One of the books on the coffee table had been moved.
A drawer beneath the television was open by a few inches, and I knew I had closed it before leaving that morning.
"Jace?" I said.
He was standing behind me, and I felt him immediately move closer.
"What?" He asked.
"Don't come inside yet." I said as he stopped.
"Why?" He asked as I pointed toward the living room.
"Something's wrong." I said.
Jace's expression changed, and he stepped forward carefull
