I Brought Soup To My Sick Husband… Then I Heard Him Tell Someone I Was Already Dead

Back Before Sunset

I returned home before sunset with groceries I did not need. Ethan was on the couch now, wrapped in the same blanket, pretending to sleep.

The blue folder was gone from the study shelf. I knew because I checked while the kettle boiled. I also knew because the empty space where it had been looked freshly disturbed.