Joanne jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, but before she could step inside, Fluffy's sharp barks echoed through the house.
Her brow furrowed.
He was hungry. That wasn't surprising, but… why was he making such a fuss when Jeffrey was there?
A small, nagging feeling settled in her chest.
She glanced at the unmade bed, the sheets still tangled, stained with the remnants of the night before. A flush crept up her neck as she stripped them and tossed them into the laundry.
As she made her way downstairs, the quietness of the house settled over her like a heavy weight.
Something felt off.
Joanne's gaze swept over the living room, landing on the items scattered on the floor—her phone, her bra. She let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head as she picked them up. Last night had been a blur of passion. No wonder things had ended up everywhere.
Her fingers hovered over her phone. She should call him.
But when she pressed the power button, the screen remained black.
Dead.
