I hailed a cab and left the venue. When I got back to the postnatal care center, I packed everything and checked out.
Derek dropped Adela off at her place but didn't go upstairs.
"I should head back to the center and check in."
Adela pouted, pretending to be upset, but she had no choice except to let him go.
Derek grabbed some supplements and a bag of baby clothes and headed upstairs. The moment he opened the door, the room was empty.
His stomach dropped.
He seized the nearest staff member. "Where are they? I booked a two-month stay—where's my wife?"
The woman flinched at his tone, stammering, "Ms. Henson said... she said she was going home to recover. Then she packed up and left. You didn't know?"
Derek's brow furrowed. He reached for his phone to call me—but before he could dial, an incoming call flashed across the screen.
Adela.
Her voice was thick with tears.
"Derek!"
"Get over here—now."
