I came home without warning after four years in Canada and found my wife with a shaved head, painfully thin and struggling alone in the backyard.

I never questioned where it went.

I trusted my mother. TrackPregnancy

I trusted Godfrey.

Most of all, I believed my wife was safe.

During our video calls, Phedra always told me, “I’m fine, my love. Don’t worry.”

Then a few months earlier, she stopped switching on her camera.

Bad internet, she said.

Her phone was old.

She was tired.

Now I understood.