A man stood in the hallway.

He was tall, dressed in a dark coat, his hair neatly combed. He looked to be around sixty.

But what struck me most was the seriousness in his eyes.

“Good afternoon,” he said politely.

“It’s morning,” I replied automatically.

He nodded awkwardly.

“I know we don’t know each other. But I need to tell you the truth about your husband. I’ve been looking for him for a long time.”

My heart started pounding.

“What?”

part 2