AT THE AIRPORT FOR OUR ANNIVERSARY TRIP, MY HUSBAND SUDDENLY “FORGOT” HIS PASSPORT AND BEGGED ME NOT TO SEND MY MOTHER TO THE HOUSE FOR IT. SHE WENT ANYWAY — AND TWENTY MINUTES LATER SHE CALLED ME SOBBING, “DON’T GET ON THAT PLANE.” WHAT SHE PHOTOGRAPHED BESIDE HIS PASSPORT WASN’T A SECRET AFF*IR. IT WAS A PLAN TO FLY ME OUT OF THE COUNTRY AND ERASE ME WHILE I WAS GONE.
My husband forgot his passport on purpose.
He was so calm about the flight and so panicked about my mother going into our bedroom that it should have told me everything.
It took her twenty minutes and one photograph to show me the ten days of my life I was never supposed to come back from.
Chapter 1: I Think I Left My Passport
“Babe, don’t freak out, but I think I left my passport at home.”
I turned to my husband, Trent, sure I’d misheard. We were in a busy terminal, about to leave on the anniversary trip we’d planned for months.
