“Alexander?” I whispered softly at first. Outside of my own harsh breathing, there’s no answer. No sound except the soft noise of the billowing sheer curtain’s whisper in the wind. My eyes dart back and forth trying to find my bearing in this foreign place. “Baby, are you back yet? Alexander?” I whispered into the dark in a fervent tone, my panic’s growing. Realization dawns on me: Alexander might be at home, but it is I who isn’t there. . .