I Trailed My Husband at 3 A.M.—And Witnessed the End of My Marriage

until one Tuesday night in March when the bedroom felt strangely empty. I rolled over, reaching for the familiar warmth of Dave’s body, but found only cold sheets. The red digits of the alarm clock glowed: 3:12 a.m.

Nothing. I slipped downstairs. The kitchen was quiet, moonlight spilling across the continue reading …