When my husband, Mark, reached for his water glass, I noticed a pale mark around his left ring finger. He had stopped wearing his wedding ring twelve years earlier after a work accident left his finger swollen. When I asked about the mark, he claimed it came from holding his fishing rod during his annual weekend trip with friends. However, something felt wrong. He returned without his usual blueberry jam, barely talked about the trip, and had no photographs to share. Curious and worried, I checked pictures posted by his friend and noticed Mark was missing from a breakfast photo despite four plates being on the table. Later, I discovered a hotel key card for the same room where we had spent our honeymoon, along with a jewelry receipt.
Unable to ignore my suspicions, I searched Mark’s laptop and found a folder containing photographs, documents, and a video addressed to me. In the recording,
