My husband Tom’s behavior had become increasingly odd over the past month. It started with unexplained absences and secretive phone calls. His odd behavior escalated to spending hours in the garage and casting anxious glances out the window. Each day, his actions seemed more suspicious, making me question what was going on.
One night, I awoke to strange noises outside. Tom was missing from the bed, and I peeked through the window to see him digging a hole in the backyard by flashlight. My heart raced as I saw him hurriedly burying black garbage bags.
Fearful and confused, I threw on a robe and confronted him. “Tom, what are you doing?” I demanded. He looked panicked and tried to keep me away from the bags, but I insisted on knowing.
