"Adele," he called softly.
There was still no response from the room.
He gently pushed the door and found it unlocked. He entered; the room was empty. Adele was not there.
He stepped out of Adele's room and pondered for a moment. He had seen Adele enter the house with his own eyes; she couldn't have hidden anywhere. She must be somewhere in this house. Where could she be right now?
Glancing at the stairs leading to the rooftop, Noah didn't hesitate and strode up.
Adele Horne was on the rooftop.
The wind was fierce and biting, chilling to the bone. She stood facing the wind before the railing, her smooth, black hair cascading around her. Her slender figure was a little thinner, making her appear somewhat frail, and the sight made Noah's heart clench.
