My Husband, The Stranger

't feel like home anymore

s still, and the place felt alien. Every object se

running shoes were by the door. On the kitchen counter, a half-fin

fectly constructed world

mething. One thing. One single piece of evid

de clothes that smelled of Ethan's laundry detergent, not Liam's.

floor. I ran my hands along the bottoms, searching

m. Bank statements for a joint account I didn't recognize. A passport with his face staring

haking them, hoping a forgotten bookmark or a note would fall out

, and this stranger had been meticulously inserted into hi

ined out of me, leaving

rabbed my car keys and ran outside, g

place was quiet and smelled of dust and paper. I went to the

n years ago, the year I was "married" to Ethan according to them. I

of me and him. "Ava Hayes and Ethan Mi

lt s

knowing where I was going. My mind was a mes

. Maybe they could help. Maybe they could

e front desk. A tired-look

I hel

missing person," I s

hat's th

Liam

to his computer. He frowned.

my hus

red with something-pity,

re married to an Ethan Miller

r. "My husband is Liam. He looks just like Ethan. They mig

were starting to stare. I

er, she lo

a domestic

t you have a seat? I can call your h

want him! I want Liam! Why

as a spectacle. A crazy woman making a scene. The officer was looking

y family, the official records, the police, even the str

ry path was a dead end. Th