At 2:17 in the morning, Patricia woke up.She did not know what had disturbed her.For a few seconds, she lay still beneath the covers, listening to the silence inside the house.Then she reached across the bed.Her hand landed on cold sheets.Patricia opened her eyes.Alex was gone.She turned toward the other side of the bed.His pillow was slightly indented, but the warmth had disappeared from it.She sat up."Alex?"Nothing.She looked toward the bathroom.The door was open.The light was off.Patricia picked up her phone.No message.She stared at the time.2:17 a.m.Again.It was becoming a pattern.She couldn't remember exactly when it had started, but there had been several nights when she woke up and found Alex missing.Sometimes he returned before she woke again.Sometimes she heard the front door just before dawn.Whenever she asked, his answer was always the same."Something came up."At first, Patricia had accepted it.Their lives had become complicated.There were invest
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