Twisted Obsession

NOLAN'S POV

“Talk about a stressful day,” I muttered to the empty ceiling.

I lay flat on the king-sized mattress, arms spread across the cold sheets. The master bedroom was dead silent, stripped of the domestic warmth Audrey usually brought into the space. Her jewelry box was gone from the vanity table, her side of the walk-in closet hung half-empty, and Maya’s footprint was missing from the hal