Chapter 130 The Search For Kimberly

• Nicholas stood motionless in the corridor, his eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the walls of their home. Hours ticked by, but he didn't budge, his patience worn thin as he waited for Kimberly's return. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft hum of the house's appliances and the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards.
• Sheila's gentle voice broke the stillness as she entered the corridor, her eyes filled with concern. "Nicholas, you missed breakfast," she said, her tone soft and soothing.
• Nicholas's gaze didn't waver, his eyes remaining fixed on the horizon. "I didn't have an appetite," he replied, his voice low and even, betraying none of the anxiety that churned beneath the surface.