Once I've taken care of the noise levels, I go in search for him. I making my way through the open plan area.
As I reach the stairs, I kick something and watch as it clatters across the floor. I pick up the glass bottle and place it on the console unit at the bottom of the stairs before taking them two at a time.I go straight to the master suite, but he's not in there. I proceed to frantically search every other room on the floor.
Still, he's not in none of them.
Gosh! Where is he?
I get halfway down the stairs, stopping abruptly when my eyes land on the empty bottle that I scooped up.
It's vodka.
Well, it was. It's been drained dry.
A wave of uneasiness rolls over me as a million thoughts invade my head. I've never seen him drink not ever. And every time alcohol has been on offer to him, he's refused, ordering water instead.
That's never occurred to me to wonder why.
