IVAN’S POV

I parked across the street and leaned back, letting my eyes scan the house, especially the window in the nursery.

There was no movement.

The cream-colored blinds she always kept half-drawn were closed, and there was no soft glow of the lamp she usually left on.

I narrowed my eyes and looked down at my watch. It was 10:34pm.

Usually, by this time, she'd be putting Maya to sleep. Sometimes she sat by the window after, curled up with that little blanket draped over her legs

But tonight? There was nothing.

I stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door of the house.

I...