A local woman missing- Mary Kubica

That said, I overheard the occasional snarky remark from time to
time. Sometimes, in summer, with windows open, the sound of
angry, arguing voices carried from their house to ours. But that’s a
marriage. They’re not all happy, all the time. Bea and I argue, too.
“Meredith came from a broken family, you know,” Josh says. “I did,
too. We wanted ours to be different. But I could tell something had
her down lately.”
“Like what?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” he says. “I thought maybe she was seeing
someone else. Maybe she was falling out of love with me.”
His eyes move from Bea to me and back again. He’s looking for
one of us to either substantiate or disprove his theory. I can’t
honestly do either because I don’t know. Neither can Bea. We know
Josh and Meredith well enough, but not enough to know if she was
being unfaithful. We’re not that kind of friends, and we’re just as
close to Josh as we are to Meredith. We don’t have a loyalty to one
over the other. If Meredith was cheating, it isn’t the kind of thing
she’d tell us.
“That’s unlikely,” I say. I say it to appease him, but the truth is I
never had any reason to believe Meredith wasn’t madly in love with
Josh.
“Even if that’s the case and—worst-case scenario, Meredith is
leaving you—why would she take Delilah and leave Leo behind?”
Bea asks. “She wouldn’t do that, Josh. She adores those kids. Both
of them. You know that.”
Josh shakes his head. He’s at a loss. He asks, “You think I should
call the police, or is it too premature for that? Maybe I should give it
the night and see if she comes home on her own. I don’t want to
blow this out of proportion.”
Bea tells him, “If you’re worried, Josh, I don’t think a call to the
police would hurt.”
I echo Bea’s sentiment. Between the fever, the weather, Meredith
not answering her phone, there’s plenty of cause for concern. The
sudden scourge of missing women also has me worried. I can’t get
Shelby off my mind.
We convince Josh to come inside. With one last glance at his own
home, he grudgingly does. He sits down on our sofa, and while Bea