I GOT SERIOUSLY ILL OUT OF NOWHERE

Then he nods. “You’re right.”

I feel a weight lift off my chest. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, I breathe deeply.

He stays the night, helping me straighten the house. We find more missing items stashed in the garage, half-packed suitcases hidden under the bed in the guest room.

He takes pictures. Documents everything.

The next morning, he calls continue reading …