Back to square one
Ethan tried Chloe’s number for the umpteenth time, wondering what was going on and why she was not picking up. Since this morning when he had woken up in high spirits, eager to come home to her, he had started calling her, but she did not pick up, which was very unlike her. She usually picked up his calls on the first or second ring. Maybe she was sleeping, although it was highly unlikely at this time of the day. Whatever the case, he was almost home, so he would soon know what was up which was a good thing because he was feeling very uneasy about the whole thing.
By the time he got home approximately forty-five minutes later, his mind was nowhere near being at rest. Chloe was not at home, and she had left the front door unlocked.