When the phone rang that afternoon, Kevin almost ignored it. He was buried under a pile of reports at work, trying to make sense of the chaos that came with the end of the quarter. His boss had been breathing down his neck all morning, and the last thing he needed was a distraction.
But when he saw the caller ID flashing “Home”, something in his gut twisted. He picked up immediately. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said, forcing a calm tone as he tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear.
“Shouldn’t you be napping? Where’s Mommy?”
There was a pause on the other end. Then, a small, trembling voice — his five-year-old daughter, Lily.
“Daddy,” she whispered, “Mommy left the house.”
Kevin straightened in his chair. “What do you mean, honey? Where did she go?”
“She took her suitcase,” Lily said, her voice cracking.
“She said she was going somewhere and told me to wait for you. She said you’d come home soon.”
Kevin’s heart dropped into his stomach. He grabbed his keys and rushed out of the office before his boss could even shout his name.
The drive home was a blur, a mixture of panic, confusion, and dread. He called Laurel, his wife, over and over, but every call went straight to voicemail. Her cheerful voice, recorded years ago, was like a cruel echo mocking him.
When he finally pulled into the driveway, Lily was sitting on the front steps, clutching her stuffed rabbit, eyes puffy from crying. Kevin dropped to his knees beside her, pulling her into his arms. “It’s okay, baby.
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