I rolled over in the darkness and reached for Victor, but his side of the bed was empty. Looking outside, I saw it wasn’t dawn yet.
Where was he?
I thought about the way he wanted to go directly to sleep after our conversation about wanting a calmer life, and I started to worry.
I waited a few moments in case my instincts were wrong, and he was in the bathroom. When he didn’t return to the bed, I got up and wrapped myself in my robe before going looking for him.
Victor wasn’t in the bathroom or downstairs, so I went outside and circled the cabin. I was relieved to see my truck was still parked near the front porch. He hadn’t left the lake unless he walked.
But my search of the rear of the cabin told me he hadn’t walked away either. He was running.
I folded his jeans and laid them on
