But then it happened again the next night.
And the night after that.
At around 9:30 p.m., Ryan would take the trash out, even if the bag wasn’t full, and disappear outside for 10 or 15 minutes.
Sometimes he said he had checked something in the car.
Sometimes he had supposedly run into a neighbor.
Again, none of this was strange enough on its own for me to seriously question him.
It was just weird.
Then one evening, I tried to take the trash out myself around 7 p.m.
Ryan was sitting on the couch when he saw me carrying the bag toward the door.
« I’ll get it, » he said immediately.
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