He came home slightly later than usual since there was a situation in the office that required his attention. But as soon as he entered their new home, he had a whiff of the delicious aroma that came from the kitchen. It smelled like one of his favorites.
He could only assume that his wife must have cooked it. However, he could not think of anything special. Was it their anniversary? But he checked his calendar and realized it was not.
"It is not her birthday either." He muttered as he walked into the kitchen to greet his wife. But the room was empty. He saw the freshly prepared meal on the stove and inside the oven. But his wife was nowhere in his sight.
He moved to the living room, going straight to the balcony. But he was alone on the first floor. He doubted that his wife would be in his office or workout area.
