At exactly six o’clock on Christmas Eve morning, Helena Ward woke to a silence that immediately felt wrong. Her house was never this quiet. For the past three years, every morning had begun with some kind of noise. Her son, Caleb, usually stomped through the hallway searching for coffee. His wife, Sloan, talked loudly on the phone before most people had opened their eyes. Their children left toys scattered across the living room, while Sloan’s parents seemed to appear whenever there was free food, free space, or an opportunity to stay somewhere without paying for it. But that morning, Helena heard nothing. No footsteps, no doors, no arguing. She sat up slowly and looked toward the window.
The first thing she noticed was the driveway. Helena frowned. The two vehicles that had been parked there the night before were gone. Caleb’s SUV had disappeared. So had the large rental van Sloan had insisted they needed for the Christmas trip. Then Helena looked toward the front door. The mountain of suitcases, winter coats, ski equipment, and children’s bags that had crowded the entryway the night before had vanished too. For several seconds, she simply sat there. Today was supposed to be the beginning of their family Christmas vacation, a week in a luxury mountain lodge, a trip Helena had spent months organizing and paying for. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and opened the family group chat.
It wasn’t there. Helena searched again. Nothing. Her eyebrows slowly rose. They hadn’t simply forgotten to wake her. Someone had removed her. Helena took a deep breath, slipped on her robe, and walked downstairs.
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