Someone Was Here

Summary

The day before I was due home from a business trip, a new entry popped up on my weight-tracking app. It was seven pounds lighter than me.

I changed my flight and went home immediately.

The snack cabinet was half-empty. The stash of Cokes in the fridge was gone, and even the milk had been replaced with strawberry-flavored—a flavor I despise. On the coffee table sat a few bags of strawberry cookies, something my husband and I never eat.

I dialed his number. "Who's been over?"

After a month away, it felt like someone else had been living in my home.