Five years ago, my little boy went missing. Now my husband-s vanished, too.
I wish I could say that the tragedy of little Jack disappearing brought me and Nate closer together. But my husband is more distant from me now than he-s ever been. Perhaps that-s why I don-t ask him exactly where he-s going when he sets off on another business trip.
Or perhaps I was too distracted by the woman moving in across the street with bouncing blonde hair and a cherubic toddler boy. He reminds me so much of the child I lost. But his mother doesn-t seem to properly watch him. And I can-t be sure, but I think Nate and this woman share a look of recognition before he leaves.
The first day Nate-s away, things feel okay, even though I know when he returns we-re going to have to discuss what I found in his coat pocket. But one day turns into two, and then three. I don-t want to seem like the crazy wife, but I have to call his work and ask what-s going on. An
