After 31 Years of Marriage, I Discovered a Key to a Storage Unit with Its Number in My Husband’s Old Wallet – I Went There Without Telling Him

On worn couches, she told me Elaine’s husband had vanished after her death. Disappeared. No goodbye. No forwarding address.

“He said he needed space,” she said. “Then he never came back.”

I cautiously asked about the boy.

Her posture stiffened. “Why are you asking about my son?”

“I’m trying to understand who my husband really is,” I said, and that was the closest I could come to the truth.

Her face drained of color.

She ushered me out, accusing me of lying.

I drove straight back to the hospital.

Mark was awake, weak but conscious.

“Where were you?” he asked hoarsely.

“I went to your storage unit.”