The answer came a few days later, when Emma returned from running errands to find the house empty. Mark’s things were gone—his clothes, his toiletries, everything. Panic rose in her chest as she called his phone, but it went straight to voicemail. She couldn’t believe it, what had he done? What kind of man would abandon his family?
She didn’t know what to do, where could he have gone and why? Then a thought hit her. Dave’s house. Mark’s best friend.
That’s where he had been spending more and more time recently. Emma had always trusted Dave, but she couldn’t ignore the thought that had just crept into her mind. Was Mark with him now? Had he left because of their daughter’s skin color—because of something so trivial and hateful?