(Brad)
I came back to a quiet house.
No sign of Lena downstairs. I stood in the hallway for a moment and listened and when nothing came back I moved through to the study first.
The books were still slightly forward on the bottom shelf where I'd reached behind them. I pushed them back into place and stood there for a moment.
Then the garage.
The cabinet was closed exactly the way I'd left it. The false bottom sitting flush the way it always had. Nothing to see. Nothing to explain.
I stood in the garage for a long moment.
Everything I could find was gone.
I went back inside and sat at the kitchen table and looked at the room around me.
This was Lena's kitchen. Her design. Her choices in every detail from the cabinet handles to the way the light fell across the counter in the afterno
