DAISY

The next morning, the silence inside the master suite felt heavy and wrong. I sat up quickly, the cold marble floor chilling my bare feet as I swung my legs out of bed. My eyes darted straight to the nightstand. The glass of water Leo had poured for me last night was right where he left it, but the space next to it was completely bare.

My black diamond engagement ring was gone.

I scrambled toward the white vanity table, ripping the drawers open so hard the wood groaned. The velvet jewelry pouch lay flat on its side, completely empty. My designer watch, my emergency credit cards, and the...