You would watch the clip, your heart thudding dully against your ribs like a trapped bird

You would watch the clip, your heart thudding dully against your ribs like a trapped bird. The timestamp glows in that haunting, night-vision green: 03:17:04. The front door opens, and your wife, Helen, slips out into the abyss of the night. She is always fully dressed, never in her pajamas, as if she has never known the comfort of sleep. She pauses on the porch, a silhouette against the motion-sensitive floodlight, and then she walks purposefully into the darkness… Continue reading…