I locked my wife in the pantry under the stairs

a hospital bed because of me, is asking whether the man under the house has shelter.

That is who she is.

That is who I locked in the pantry.

When she finally agrees to see me, a nurse stands near the door. The message is clear. I am a visitor who can be removed.

Emily sits propped against pillows, pale but awake. The wedding ring is not on her finger. continue reading …