A few minutes earlier, I’d woken up and reached across the bed expecting to find him beside me. Instead, his side was empty.
At first, I assumed he’d gone downstairs for a glass of water, but after several minutes had passed, something told me to look outside. That’s when I saw him.
He stood motionless near the patio, staring toward the back fence. Something about the way he was standing made my stomach tighten.
He did not look confused or curious. He looked worried.
I hurried downstairs and stepped onto the patio.
The moment he heard the door open, he turned sharply.