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

a whisper, said, “Come in.”

The woman sitting on the bed looked like Sarah, but she was different.

Her eyes held a deep, quiet sadness, and her movements were hesitant.

She looked at me with a shy, uncertain gaze.

This wasn’t a monster or a ghost.

This was a person who was lost.

This was my wife’s sister.

I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Hello, Clara,” I said.continue reading …