I Sent My Wife to Sleep in the Storeroom Just Because She Talked Back to

The room was empty. Anita was gone, leaving behind only the faint scent of her jasmine perfume. The storeroom, cluttered with old boxes and forgotten memories, seemed eerily silent, as if it absorbed my shock.

I stood there, rooted to the spot, my mind racing. Where could she have gone? Our son was still in the house, asleep in his crib. Panic began to rise in my chest. I never thought she would actually leave. I reasoned that she’d stay put because of our child, because of the distance to her parents’ place, and because she had no access to our accounts.As I walked back into the main part of the house, my mother approached me, oblivious to what had happened. “Is she ready to apologize?” she asked, her voice thick with expectation.