I gripped the edge of the bench.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For several seconds, I couldn’t move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I couldn’t even breathe properly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zoe stood behind me, clutching the sleeve of my shirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Mommy?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stared into the locker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was no person inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No sign that anyone had been trapped there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But there was something else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something that made my stomach drop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Continue reading on next page\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
A black leather wallet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My husband’s wallet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I knew it immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The small scratch near the corner had happened three years earlier when Zoe had dropped it onto the driveway. I had teased him about replacing it, but he’d always said it was still perfectly good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was impossible to mistake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I reached inside and picked it up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My fingers were shaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zoe stepped closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“That’s Daddy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Yes,” I whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“See? I told you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I couldn’t answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because the wallet wasn’t empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside were his driver’s license, his credit cards, and a folded receipt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I pulled it out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The date was from two days earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The location wasn’t Seattle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was our town.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I read the name of the store twice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I looked at the locker again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My mind raced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe it wasn’t his wallet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe someone had the same name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe he’d lost it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe the woman had found it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There had to be an explanation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There always was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was determined to find it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I noticed something else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A hotel key card.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I turned it over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The name of the hotel was printed on the back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was the same hotel where my husband had told me he was staying in Seattle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My hands went cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Mommy,” Zoe whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Why is Daddy’s stuff in there?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Is Daddy okay?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I think so.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I wasn’t sure anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I immediately called my husband.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The phone rang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Twice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Three times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then voicemail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I called again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked toward the bathroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman who had locked the locker was still gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I suddenly realized that I had no idea how long she’d been inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I grabbed Zoe’s hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“We’re leaving.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“But Daddy\u2014”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“We’re going to find out what’s happening.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I closed the locker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something didn’t feel right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If the woman had found my husband’s wallet, why would she lock it inside a public pool locker?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And why was his hotel key card with it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I opened the locker again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This time I looked more carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was a small envelope tucked behind the wallet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My name was written across the front.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The handwriting was unmistakable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was my husband’s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I pulled it out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zoe stared at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Is that for you?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I opened the envelope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside was a single piece of paper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Four words were written on it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Don’t trust the woman.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked toward the bathroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman still hadn’t returned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I grabbed my phone and took a picture of the note.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then I put everything back exactly as I’d found it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I closed the locker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Mommy,” Zoe whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “What?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “That lady is coming.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I turned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman was standing at the end of the changing room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Watching us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Our eyes met.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For a moment, neither of us moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she looked at the locker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her expression changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She knew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She knew I had opened it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I grabbed Zoe’s hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman took one step toward us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Excuse me,” she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her voice was calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Too calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Did you open my locker?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “No.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n She looked directly at the locker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then back at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Are you sure?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But there was nothing friendly about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she said something that made my blood run cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Your husband told me you might come looking for him.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I felt like the floor had disappeared beneath me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zoe squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Mommy, that’s the lady.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman’s face changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “What did she say?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn’t answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Instead, I pulled Zoe behind me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman took another step forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Listen,” she said. “You don’t understand what’s happening.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Then explain it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n She glanced toward the entrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Not here.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Why not?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Because someone is watching.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n My heart hammered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Who?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n She shook her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I can’t tell you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I almost laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The entire situation was so absurd that my mind couldn’t process it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My husband was supposedly in Seattle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His wallet was in a locker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A stranger had a note written by him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And now she was telling me someone was watching us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I reached for my phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I\u2019m calling the police.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman immediately raised her hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Don’t.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Why?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Because that’s exactly what they want.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Who are they?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n She looked at Zoe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I need you to listen carefully.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn’t move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She lowered her voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Your husband isn’t in Seattle.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The words hit me like a physical blow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “What?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “He never went to Seattle.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “That’s impossible. I drove him to the airport.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “You drove him to the airport.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “But you didn’t see him board the plane.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I remembered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The early morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sleepy airport.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The goodbye kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The security entrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I’d watched him disappear through the doors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I’d assumed he’d gone through security.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But I’d never seen him board a plane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Someone used his phone to send you those messages.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n My stomach twisted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Why would someone do that?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I don’t know.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Who are you?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n She hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “My name is Rachel.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “How do you know my husband?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I don’t.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Then how did you get his wallet?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rachel shook her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I didn’t.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Then why is it in your locker?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Because someone put it there.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Who?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n She looked toward the exit again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I don’t know.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Suddenly, Zoe tugged my arm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Mommy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She was staring at the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Look.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Near the entrance was a man’s shoe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Someone was standing just outside the changing room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I couldn’t see his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But he was watching us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rachel saw him too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her entire expression changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Run.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn’t hesitate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I grabbed Zoe and ran.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We rushed through the changing room entrance and into the pool lobby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n People turned to look at us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I heard someone shouting behind me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Wait!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn’t stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I pulled Zoe toward the front doors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We burst into the parking lot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My car was only a few spaces away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I unlocked it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We jumped inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I locked the doors immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zoe was crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I pulled her into my arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “It’s okay.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “But Daddy…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I know.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I started the engine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then my phone rang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The screen showed my husband’s name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For eleven days, I’d been waiting for his calls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now I was terrified to answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The phone rang again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I pressed the button.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Hello?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then I heard breathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Hello?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n A man’s voice finally came through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was my husband.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Don’t go home.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n My hands tightened around the steering wheel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Where are you?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I can’t tell you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Damon, what’s happening?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I made a mistake.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “What mistake?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Trusting the wrong person.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at Zoe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Who?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was a long silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Rachel.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n My eyes widened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked back toward the pool.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rachel was standing in the entrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Watching me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Damon, who is Rachel?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “She’s not who she says she is.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Then why did she have your wallet?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I don’t know.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Why was there a note in her locker?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “What note?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “You didn’t leave it?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “No.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at Rachel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She was still watching me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then I noticed something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She wasn’t looking at me anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She was looking at Zoe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I suddenly remembered my daughter’s words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That lady put Daddy in her locker.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n At first, I thought she’d been imagining things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But maybe children notice things adults overlook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maybe Zoe hadn’t meant that Daddy was literally inside the locker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maybe she’d seen something connected to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Something that told her he was involved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at the hotel key card again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then I noticed a tiny number written on the back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 217.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I remembered something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Two weeks earlier, my husband had asked me an unusual question.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “If you ever had to leave the house quickly, where would you go?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I’d laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I’d thought he was joking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now I wasn’t laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Damon,” I whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “What?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I know you’re not in Seattle.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then his voice cracked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I’m sorry.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Where are you?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I can’t say.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Are you safe?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Another silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Not for long.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I felt tears fill my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Tell me where to find you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I left something for you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Where?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “The place where we first met.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I knew immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old bookstore downtown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The place where we’d met fourteen years earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Why?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Because I need you to know the truth before they find you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Who are they?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Damon took a shaky breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n “The people who have been watching our family.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The call ended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I sat there in the parking lot, unable to move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zoe was still holding my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Mommy?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Yes?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Are we going to find Daddy?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I pulled her close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n But 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