Chad's POV
I waited, robe barely tied around my waist, the scent of my own cologne thick in the air. Amy had gone into the bathroom, and she was taking longer than she should. My patience was thin, and my temper was shorter.
I rapped sharply on the door. “Amy! What’s taking you so long? You better not be planning anything foolish.”
Silence.
I knocked again, harder this time, my knuckles stinging against the wood. Still nothing. The kind of silence that makes your gut twist.
I pushed the door. Locked. Wait… why does it feel loose?
I slammed it open. The room was empty. My eyes darted around, heart skipping. Then my gaze caught the window—flung wide open. My stomach dropped, a cold, gnawing feeling creeping in.
I spun toward the drawer, the one I had hidden everything in. My chest tig
