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

The living room was empty.

The couch where she had been sitting was bare, the cushions perfectly plumped.

There was no sign.

I searched every room, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm in my ears.

The kitchen was clean.

The bedroom was tidy.

The guest room door was closed, as it always was.

Nothing was out of place.

It was as if the image on my phone had been continue reading …