Henry had just left his office, his mind clouded with thoughts of Chantel. Ever since she had left home, he had been restless, unable to focus on anything else. Claire's words still echoed in his head, planting seeds of doubt that refused to be ignored.
"She's probably with Davis. You think she cares about you? Open your eyes, Henry. She left without hesitation, and now she's with another man."
Henry clenched his jaw as he gripped the steering wheel. He didn't want to believe Claire, but her words gnawed at him. Why had Chantel left so easily? Why was she staying with Davis of all people?
Determined to confront the situation, Henry started the engine and drove straight to Inspector Davis's house. His heart pounded as he pulled up in front of the house. He stepped out, slamming the car door shut. As he approached, his eyes scanned the yard—and then he saw it.
