“Adam! Jenny! Michael! I’m home,” I called as I kicked the door closed behind me. I struggled through to the kitchen and managed to get all the bags onto the island without dropping a single thing.
“I’m home,” I called again. I started putting the groceries away, listening with one ear for any noise coming from above. Or below. Or anywhere. After a few minutes, I realized there was no noise coming from the rest of the house. Not a footstep, not a cough. Nothing. Even the dog was quiet. I was only at the store for forty-five minutes so where could they have gone off to so quickly? And wouldn’t they have at least written a quick note?
As I did a quick search of the house and there was not a single person or dog in the house. As my heart started to pound, my thoughts went to the worst. I sat down in the middle of the hallway and thought about what I should do next. Would the police even believe me? That they were here and now there’s no trace? As I picked up my phone to call 911 to report my missing family, I slowly put it back down again.
This was my chance. My chance to disappear out of a life I never wanted. A life with no husband, no kids, no dog, no suburban housewife tale. My chance was finally here to get out and escape. To finally run away with my lover.