My husband said he was on a “business trip” — but when I went to the hospital to visit my sick friend, I suddenly heard his voice behind the door… and what I heard made my blood run cold.

Laughter came from inside.

And a male voice—warm, playful, painfully familiar—chilled me to the bone.

“Open your mouth, darling. Here comes the little airplane…”
My stomach clenched. That voice had kissed my forehead that very morning. That voice had promised me Valencia.

No. It wasn’t possible.

Trembling, I approached the crack in the door and caught my breath as I peered inside.