Thursday

The following morning I woke up and Bram was not beside me. I reached for my phone and squinted just to see the time. It was thirty minutes past seven. I could hear that someone was working in the kitchen. It was probably Maria preparing my breakfast.

I went to the bathroom quickly then headed out of the room in pajamas. Maria was watching me as I closed the door of our room, "What time did Bram get home last night?"

“We waited for him, Madam,” Maria stated, “But he did not come home last night.

I crossed my arms to my chest, “Did he tell you where he...