THE WASHING MACHINE KEPT MAKING NOISES FOR THREE NIGHTS AFTER MY WIFE VANISHED. WHEN I OPENED THE BOTTOM PANEL, MY BLOOD TURNED TO ICE

the door when she realized I was watching.

“Are you hiding something from me?” I asked.

Emily stayed silent for several long seconds.

Then she walked over and hugged me.

Too tightly.

Like someone about to disappear.

“No matter what happens,” she whispered, “promise me you won’t hate me.”

I laughed softly and ran my fingers through her hair.

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