I Came Home to Find My Wife

The walls were bare. The furniture was gone. Every surface we had built our home on had been cleared away, and the rooms I had memorized from a photograph were now just empty rooms.

Then I heard crying from upstairs.

I moved up the stairs as fast as I could manage, pain shooting through my prosthetic with every step.

The door to the nursery was open.

Then I heard crying from upstairs.