er's

ing sun stabbing at my eyes. I had drunk too

the bed out of habit, my hand

but her nightstand was completely bare. The lotions and

re section of clothes had vanis

washed over me. What g

fast tray. She looked at me with a worried expression. "Sir, Mrs. Harrington... she left fro

door and tried the handle. It was locked.

her screams echoing through the house. "I d

ars, washed over me. What was wrong with Serena? All this o

week was

ning. I went to the office in wrinkled clothes. My stomach protested after day

s the nanny picked out, wouldn't eat the school lu

ate. I barely saw her. On the rare occasion our paths crossed in the hallway,

rs. Harrington is looking much better lately. She

She was just trying

dy, holding her tablet. "Daddy,

es, no complaints. Just shares about healthy eating, art exhib

t that had clouded her features were gone, replaced

whisper. "Daddy, is Mo

e ridiculous. And stop reporting her activities to me

self as to Mia. "She'll come crawling b

ntly-healthy meals, art exhibitions, and obscure medical journal articles that gave me a headache

so w

like to make themselves look as though

Serena

o force me to be the one to back down, to make

f roses. Send them to the house. For my wife." A small gesture o

e when she received them, that