Where the hell is she? He wondered, staring out the window the sun was up and scorching like it never rained last night.
Lloyd looked at the time and by the clock It was almost noon, and Anna was not back yet. Her phone was on the bedside table of their bedroom and that meant that he had no way of reaching her. At first, he suspected that she might have been kidnapped, but there was nothing that could have happened and he wouldn't have known. There would have been a commotion. Or signs of a struggle from her end, but there was none in the house to indicate that she was kidnapped. Which only left one possibility, Anna left on her own. She didn't even leave a note for him. She didn't want to be found.
