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

hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the sudden, suffocating silence of the house.

It didn’t make sense.

I had just watched Sarah get into her little blue sedan.

I saw her wave from the rearview mirror as she pulled out of the driveway.

I’d stood on the porch until her car was a tiny speck at the end of our quiet, tree-lined street.

Yet, there continue reading …