I kissed my wife goodbye and watched her drive off to work

slowly lowered the sign, placed it on the floor, and then walked out of the frame, moving towards the back of the house.

I had to see her.

I needed the real, solid, breathing Sarah to tell me this was a nightmare.

I drove to her work, the local community library where she was the head librarian.

I ran inside, ignoring the stern “Quiet Please” signs.

And continue reading …