Henry

My phone buzzed in my pocket just as I pulled into the driveway.

I thought it was Richard. I reached into my pocket, expecting good news—expecting another piece of the puzzle to fall into place, but it was an unknown number.

A video.. I hit play, my thumb trembling against the glass.

The footage was dark and shaking, lit only by the dim light inside what looked like a moving van. And there, slumped in the corner against the cold metal wall, was Sienna.

My wife.

Her head was ...