Chase followed Kiley to a dresser like a loyal pup, peering over her shoulder and into the drawer before frowning. They sure as heck hadn't moved all that in there the other day. A feeling a dread curdled in his gut, and he stifled a sigh. When she was done at the dresser, he grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt as well, following suit.
He didn't want to finish her statement, because if what all these signs added up to was what he thought it was, then this was his fault. "We...can go look, and then maybe get coffee and breakfast and bring it back here?" The question sounded a little too hopeful, even to his own ears, but he also knew it was likely vain to hope that this was just some sort of fluke.