I thought I knew my wife. She’s a devoted mother and a loving partner. She’d never leave our family… until the night she vanished.
It’s nearly 3 a.m. when I return home from work, worn down from a relentless heatwave. The only sound in the house is our five-month-old daughter’s cries. I wait for Em’s footsteps, her voice, any sign of her presence—but there’s nothing.
I search every room, but the truth is chilling: Em is gone, and she left our baby behind.
As I struggle to piece together what happened, unsettling questions emerge. How well did I know the woman I married? And with each passing hour, I wonder if I’ll ever see her again—or if I even want to.
