I locked my wife in the pantry under the stairs

At the hospital, they take Emily behind double doors. I am not allowed to follow. She asks for the paramedic, the sheriff, and my father to stay near her. She does not ask for me.

I sit in the waiting room with blood on one sleeve from where she brushed against me in the cellar, though I do not deserve even that trace of her.

Dad sits two chairs away,continue reading …