Chapter 150 Finding The Culprit

• *Adam*
• The bed is empty, and from the looks of things, there’s been a struggle here. My mouth hangs open as I stare from the unmade bed to Shelby and back again.
• “What the fuck?” she asks, looking around the room. Without waiting for me to say anything, my wife runs to the adjoining bathroom. “Rose?” she calls, and I see her in there looking everywhere, including the shower and bathtub. I think she even lifts the lid to the toilet.