Her door is closed when I get there so I knock once and gently, like the very gentle man I am. When there's no answer, open it anyway only to find her room empty, I check the bathroom next just to find it empty too.
My jaw tightens.
I head downstairs, irritation creeping in despite myself. The kitchen lights are off an there's sign she's been here recently
"She's not stupid," I mutter to myself. "She wouldn't just disappear again."
I stop in the middle of the hallway and pull my phone from my pocket. The tracking software opens easily when I click on it. Yes yes I might have put a tracking chip in my wife's while she slept the other day, yes I'm an obsessive, possessive bastard and controlling too, if you want to add that. I didn't put the chip in her phone for nothing, I need to that she's safe and where she is all the time. When Thomas had suggested it casually, the other day I thought it was a brilliant idea given her tendency to test my boundaries.
