I Came Home With My Husband’s Suitcase—Then an 11:14 p.m. Call Revealed Who Would Answer When I Needed Help
At 10:47, I noticed a faint smell near the hallway.
I stood still.
It was not coffee or the refrigerator or damp fabric.
I recognized it from the brief conversations James had tried to have with me before our trip.
My first impulse was to go downstairs and check the panel.
I took one step toward the door, then stopped at the photograph of his instructions on my phone.
Do not search for the source yourself.
I put on my coat and went outside.
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