I laughed.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and we chatted a little as I finished the tea.
I thought he was just being nice, that maybe this was his way of showing his appreciation. I trusted him. Why wouldn't I? He was my husband.
Not long afterward, I started feeling sleepy. I zipped my luggage closed after one last check to make sure I'd packed everything, then climbed into bed.
That's the last thing I remember.
I trusted him. Why wouldn't I?
I woke up the next morning to absolute silence.
It took me a full ten minutes to realize how bright the sunlight streaming through the window was. My heart did a little somersault, and I scrambled out of bed.
"Mark! What time is it?"
His side of the bed was empty.
"Mark?"
I reached for my phone.
His side of the bed was empty.