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

that was sometimes ajar when I got home, even though we never had guests.

The faint scent of a different perfume in the hallway, one I didn’t recognize.

The grocery bills that were slightly higher, with items I didn’t remember us buying.

I had chalked it all up to my own forgetfulness.

Now, it felt like a trail of breadcrumbs.

My search started in the attic,continue reading …