I finished my article early and asked my boss for permission to leave. She wasn’t too happy about it but she allowed it after one look at my shaking body and teary eyes. When I got home I made a cup of hot chocolate and threw in a fist full of marshmallows to relax. Kris wasn’t home yet so I took advantage of my time alone in the house to do some investigation of my own. I went upstairs and opened the drawer again. Reaching in, I found out that the pictures were no longer there. Where would they be? I looked in the other drawers but I came out with nothing. Did Kris move them? But why? I had to find them; I had to make sure that I’m not making all of this up, that I wasn’t crazy or paranoid.

I left the drawers and headed for his closet, looking under his shirts, my hand came across something cold. I grabbed it and held it under the light: it was a silver necklace shaped as a heart. It was beautiful, but something about it looked so familiar to me, I knew this necklace from somewhere but I couldn’t quite put my hand on it. I put it back in its place, it was just a necklace. Why would it matter? I had other things to worry about now.

I looked everywhere but I didn’t find those pictures. I began to think that maybe I was dreaming, or was really going crazy, but I always trusted my instinct, and this time it was telling that there was something fishy about this situation. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do anything about it because I didn’t know what was wrong exac