Book 5: Finding the Culprit

Adam

The bed is empty, and from the looks of things, there’s been a struggle here. My mouth hangs open as I stare from the unmade bed to Shelby and back again.

“What the fuck?” she asks, looking around the room. Without waiting for me to say anything, my wife runs to the adjoining bathroom. “Rose?” she calls, and I see her in there looking everywhere, including the shower and bathtub. I think she even lifts the lid to the toilet.

She comes up empty handed, and I’m not surprised because I see the secret passageway door open, and I know that Rose had to have gone through it.

Whether or not she went of her own accord, I’m not sure about at first, but then, the bed is a mess. It looks like someone ripped all of the blankets off of it, and I think the top sheet is missing. It doesn’t make sense that Rose would do that herself and then casually walk through the open door, unless she was having a bad dream–a night terror of some sort.

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