on the second ring.
“Allison? Aren’t you bringing the babies home today?”
I tried to speak normally.
Instead, I started sobbing.
“Nora… Adam left.”
“What?”
“He went outside and he hasn’t come back.”
Nora didn’t waste time asking questions.
“I’m coming.”
She arrived forty minutes later with her husband, Daniel, because one car wasn’t big enough for three infant carriers plus everything we had brought to the hospital.
I kept expecting Adam to appear.
When the elevator opened, I looked up.
When someone walked through the maternity floor doors, my heart jumped.
When we reached the parking lot, I searched every row.
His car was gone.
When we got home, half his clothes were gone too.
So was his passport.
His laptop.
His favorite watch.
And the emergency cash we kept hidden inside a kitchen cabinet.
That was when I understood.
Adam hadn’t panicked for five minutes.
He had planned
