I dropped the wet sweatshirt back into the sink.

I walked out of the bathroom into the carpeted hall.

“Emma,” I called.

No one answered.

I went to the top of the wooden staircase and looked down into the front hall.

“Emma, are you all right down there?”

The complete silence from a kitchen with five people in it made the hair on my arms stand up.

I went down the stairs two at a time.