---- stop. Divorce? My anger dissolved into a cold, creeping dread. My hands trembled. I couldn't even name the thing rising in my chest. I shoved the phone away and hit the gas again. Hard. Five hours on the road. I drove three without blinking. When we hit the edge of town, I turned to Mireille. " You should go home first." She looked confused. "Sera is not in trouble?" I paused. "Yeah...She already went home." It was a lie. But I couldn't say the truth out loud. I drove straight home. But Seraphina wasn't there. Not a single trace of her. In all our years of marriage, I'd never once completely lost track of her. And tonight-for the first time-I felt real, bone- deep panic. ---- Because I wasn't sure if I'd just lost her for a night...or for good.