Vanessa carried a large bottle of red wine in her right hand.

The cork was gone.

Dark liquid sloshed dangerously close to the rim as she walked across the room.

“Are you sure she’s downstairs?” Kendra asked.

“Sweetie, I watched her get on the elevator ten minutes ago,” Vanessa said.

“She’s probably hunting for coffee.”

Vanessa stopped in the middle of the room.

She looked straight at the white garment bag hanging on the closet door.