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

Every slow driver was a deliberate obstacle.

My mind raced, concocting a hundred different scenarios, each more terrifying than the last.

Was it an intruder who looked like her?

Was I losing my mind?

When I screeched into the driveway, I left the car running.

I burst through the front door, shouting her name.

“Sarah! Sarah, where are you?”

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