I never thought I’d be the guy whose wife just… vanished.
But a week ago, that’s exactly what happened. And the way I found out? Through my five-year-old daughter.
It was a normal Tuesday. The kind you forget before it’s even over. Emails. Meetings. Thinking about dinner — it was Taco Tuesday, and my wife made the best tacos I’d ever eaten.
Then my phone rang. I almost ignored it because I was up to my ears in spreadsheets, but then I saw the caller ID.
A strange chill prickled at the back of my neck. Laurel never called me at work unless it was serious. She usually just sent me a text asking for the usual things.
