I woke up alone in our hotel room in Bangkok. My husband, his mother, my phone, passport, and flight home had all disappeared

the previous evening. Nothing.

Then I opened the drawer where I kept my passport and wallet.

Empty.

My passport was gone. My wallet was gone. Even the folder containing our return flight details had disappeared.

I grabbed the room telephone and called the front desk.

“Good morning, ma’am,” a receptionist answered. “How may I help you?”

“My husband,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Have you seen him leave?”

There was a brief pause.

“Mr. Ethan Morgan checked out at approximately five-forty this morning.”

I stared at the