I Found a Little Boy’s Photograph Taped Beneath Our Bed—Then One Word in My Husband’s Hidden Letters Changed Everything

Downstairs, everything remained ordinary.

Through the open window, I could hear Christopher talking to our next-door neighbor about traffic.

His voice was cheerful.

The neighbor laughed at something.

I looked at the edge of the bed.

There had been small things lately.

Christopher had begun taking his phone into the bathroom.

He became attentive when the mail arrived, sometimes sorting it before I reached the kitchen.