“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.
Standing Room Only 