Perhaps he was sleeping?

Perhaps Stewart was out?

I opened the door carefully and entered inside. The living room was filled with various empty beer cans on the floor and there was a repugnant smell coming from the kitchen. I placed my baby on the couch and surrounded her with pillows for her own safety. I glanced into the kitchen to see the sink overflowing with dirty dishes and mess everywhere, no wonder it smelt so bad. I walked upstairs quietly making sure I didn’t creak the wooden floorboards in the hallway.

I checked all the bedrooms, nothing.

He wasn’t home.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief, but the knots in my stomach would not ease. Everything was just dark and silent. I came back downstairs again and joined my daughter on the couch. It wasn’t