Chapter 5

Nolan's POV During the flight, Nolan had imagined Talia waiting at the kitchen table. He had even practiced the first line of his apology. He had never imagined silence. The flight back had been exhausting. Nolan unlocked the front door and pushed it open, dropping his heavy duffel bag in the foyer. "Tal! I'm home!" he called out. Silence. There was no answer. There was no smell of roasted chicken or garlic in the air. Maren followed him in from the airport, dragging her suitcase behind...