My Wife's Faked Death

the one we started when Stella was born. I found the best picture of Jenny

it up, printing a simple caption underneath: "I

m that always smelled of beer and old regrets. I found old m

f. "It' s my wife, Jenny. She' s gone. We haven' t found h

on my shoulder. "Of cours

n tragedy. By evening, everyone knew. Poor Ethan Lester, his

the mantelpiece, candles lit on either side. I put out some cof

I w

tly bingo game. Her father, Frank, stormed in first, his face red a

ndles, the somber neighbors

e went from

oared. "Are you trying to jinx my dau

e note. My hand was shaking, but th

ght. "This note... it' s all I have left. I have to hono

voice cracking. "She' s just... she' s found hers

of trouble? We have to tell the police! I' ll drive to the city right now. I' ll go t

. Pure panic flas

can' t do that! A police report? It' ll ruin her reputation! She' ll los

ey were protecting her new life. And