<h2>Five years ago, my little boy went missing. Now my husband¿s vanished, too.</h2><p>I wish I could say that the tragedy of little <b>Jack</b> disappearing brought me and <b>Nate</b> closer together. But my husband is more distant from me now than he¿s ever been. Perhaps that¿s why I don¿t ask him exactly where he¿s going when he sets off on another business trip.</p><p>Or perhaps I was too distracted by the woman moving in across the street with bouncing blonde hair and a cherubic toddler boy. He reminds me so much of the child I lost. But his mother doesn¿t seem to properly watch him. And <b>I can¿t be sure, but I think Nate and this woman share a look of recognition before he leaves</b>.</p><p>The first day Nate¿s away, things feel okay, even though <b>I know when he returns we¿re going to have to discuss what I found in his coat pocket</b>. But one day turns into two, and then three. I don¿t want to seem like the crazy wife, but I have to call his work and ask what¿s going on. An