At Daniel’s apartment.

Mira paced back and forth in the living room of her apartment, with her phone in her hand as she dialed the same number repeatedly without the receiver picking up.The soft glow of the table lamps cast an eerie shadow on the walls, making her feel like she was trapped in a nightmare. The faint smell of Daniel’s cologne lingered in the air, a reminder of Mira’s husband's absence.

An hour later, the door of the apartment swung open as Daniel came in from outside looking exhausted. He dropped his car keys on the console table, and the sound echoed through the room.

“Daniel, where did you...