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

she was on my phone screen, an impossible image in grainy black and white.

Her expression was blank, a perfect porcelain mask.

It wasn’t her usual warm, crinkly-eyed smile.

It was a hollow, vacant stare aimed directly at the hidden lens of the security camera.

The sign she held was a piece of cardboard, torn from a delivery box.

The letters were scrawled continue reading …