My Wife Was Four Hours Late and Her Phone Went to Voicemail, so I Checked Her Location – But When I Drove There and Saw What She Was Doing, I Forgot How to Breathe

The address was in a row of warehouses and small commercial buildings on the edge of town. During the day, I’m sure the area looked normal.

At nearly midnight, it looked abandoned.

I found Maeve’s SUV behind a long gray building with no sign over the door.

Her car was intact.

The address was in a row of warehouses

That answered one question. It immediately gave me a worse one: if Maeve was here and her car was fine, why hadn’t she answered anyone for four hours?

Then I noticed the rear door of the building.

It was propped open.

White fluorescent light spilled across the concrete.

I parked beside Maeve’s SUV and got out.

Why hadn’t she answered anyone for four hours?

I didn’t call her name.

I don’t know why.

Part of me was afraid I’d hear her scream.

Another part of me was afraid I’d hear a man’s voice answer.