My Husband Said He Was out of Town for Work – Then I Found Him Digging a Hole Behind Our Lake House, Yelling, ‘Don’t Come Closer!’
The gravel driveway crunched under our tires as we pulled up to the lake house. I was digging through my purse for the house keys when Kelly’s voice cut through the afternoon quiet.
“Mommy, why is Daddy’s car here?”
My heart started to race. There, parked in the shade of the old beech trees, sat Adam’s silver Mercedes. The same car that was supposed to be in Portland. The same car that had left our driveway yesterday morning.
A car parked in a dense landscape | Source: Unsplash
“Stay in the car. Both of you. Don’t move.”
“But Mommy…”
“Don’t move.”
I walked toward the house. Each step felt like walking through wet cement. The front door was ajar. I pushed it with my fingertips and stepped inside.
“Adam?”
No answer.
An empty coffee mug and a kettle sat on the table. Beside Adam’s reading glasses lay yesterday’s newspaper, folded neat and precise, just the way Adam always left it.
“Adam, are you in here?”
Nothing seemed out of place, yet everything felt wrong.
