Our Home Security Camera Recorded What My Husband Did Before He Left for Denver

That noise always echoed down the hallway when he worked late into the evening.

I checked the floor under the desk.

The grey carpet was completely bare, without a single stray paperclip or staple catching the light.

I crouched down to look behind the metal wastebasket near the wall.

There was nothing on the dark wooden floorboards.

I walked over to the small trash can in the corner of the room.

It held nothing but a torn piece of a white utility bill envelope.

Daniel hated it when his office was out of order.