moment I knew I had to find out what he was hiding.
At exactly 2:04 in the morning, I sat up in bed.
Greg’s side was empty.
Again.
Even his pillow was missing.
For nearly three weeks, my husband had been disappearing downstairs in the middle of the night. Whenever I asked why, he claimed the mattress in the guest room was firmer and helped with his aching back.
At first, I accepted the explanation.
Greg was 56. After 31 years together, both of us had reached the age
