I couldn’t breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For a few seconds, I simply stood there staring into the locker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was a black jacket folded neatly on the bottom shelf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Beside it was a wallet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And on top of the wallet was something I recognized immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My husband’s company ID.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I picked it up with trembling fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His photograph was on the front.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His full name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His employee number.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMommy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zoe’s voice pulled me back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I turned around quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStay right there, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked inside the locker again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was no person.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No sign of anyone hiding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just the jacket, wallet, ID, and a small black travel bag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My first thought was that somehow my husband had come home without telling me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But that was impossible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’d spoken to him the previous evening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’d seen his face on a video call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He had been sitting in his Seattle hotel room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At least, that’s what I’d believed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I picked up the wallet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside was my husband’s driver’s license.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was also a photograph of Zoe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same photograph he kept in his wallet at home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My hands began shaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I noticed something else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A hotel key card.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I turned it over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The name of a Seattle hotel was printed across the front.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same hotel my husband had told me he was staying at.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMommy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zoe was standing beside me now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDaddy’s things,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I crouched down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cZoe, listen to me. We’re going to leave this room.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut Daddy\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe’re going to find Daddy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I took her hand and led her outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn’t want her anywhere near that locker again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Once we were in the main hallway, I called my husband.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His phone rang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And rang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then went to voicemail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I called again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For eleven days, he had answered almost immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something was wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I called his company.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A receptionist answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is Daniel Carter’s wife. I need to speak with someone about his trip.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMr. Carter?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs there a problem?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think there might be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The receptionist transferred me to his assistant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She sounded surprised to hear from me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs Daniel okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I lowered my voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI found his wallet and company ID in a locker at the pool.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHis belongings. They’re here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat can’t be possible.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause Daniel checked in with us this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe joined the conference call at nine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat wasn’t him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause he’s supposed to be in Seattle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe is.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked at Zoe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe isn’t.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The assistant became nervous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMrs. Carter, perhaps you should contact the police.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI already plan to.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I ended the call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I looked down at my daughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMommy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAre we going to save Daddy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I squeezed her hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But inside, I was terrified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because there was one question I couldn’t stop asking myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If my husband was in Seattle…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
whose things were inside that locker?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The police arrived about twenty minutes later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I explained everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n An officer carefully inspected the locker while another spoke with the pool manager.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman I’d seen earlier was nowhere to be found.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Security footage showed her entering the changing room shortly before I discovered the belongings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She never appeared to leave through the main entrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The officers searched the facility.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then one of them returned holding a small envelope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe found this behind the bag.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n It had my name written on it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI’ve never seen that before.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The officer handed it to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside was a single photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It showed my husband standing outside the Seattle hotel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But something was wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The photograph had been taken from a distance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And my husband wasn’t alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A second man stood beside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The image was blurry, but the officer enlarged it on his tablet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My heart sank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I recognized the second man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had been at my husband’s company Christmas party two years earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His name was Marcus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had worked for the same company.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But according to my husband, Marcus had left the company months ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at the officer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCan you find him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe’re working on it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then my phone rang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was my husband.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I answered immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDaniel?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then his voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAt the pool.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Another pause.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAre you alone?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at Zoe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cListen to me carefully.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n His voice sounded frightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDon’t go home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause someone has been using my identity.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I couldn’t speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Daniel continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI found out two days ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen why didn’t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause I didn’t know who I could trust.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDaniel, your wallet is here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI put it there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou put it there?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause I needed you to find it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at the officer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Daniel’s voice became quieter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI couldn’t contact you directly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause my phone has been monitored.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My skin prickled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho is doing this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don’t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he said something that made me forget how to breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cZoe saw something, didn’t she?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at my daughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause that’s why I left the clue.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat clue?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe thing in the locker.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked toward the changing room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat exactly am I supposed to find?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLook inside the black bag.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The line went silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDaniel?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDaniel!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The call had ended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The officer opened the bag carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside were several documents, a laptop, and a small envelope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The documents appeared to relate to my husband’s company.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Invoices.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Travel records.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Copies of emails.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At first, none of it made sense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the officer found a photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It showed the same woman I’d seen at the pool.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But this time she was standing beside my husband.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The photograph was dated three months earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho is she?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The officer shook his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe’re checking.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Zoe tugged my sleeve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMommy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She pointed at the photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat lady.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe was at Daddy’s hotel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou’ve seen her before?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zoe nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe talked to Daddy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The officer immediately crouched beside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDo you remember where?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zoe pointed to the photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cRight there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at the image again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Suddenly, the pieces began falling into place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The mysterious woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The locker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My husband’s belongings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The fake video calls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The conference call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Someone had been pretending to be my husband.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But why?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then I noticed a small detail in the photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A hotel sign in the background.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The officer zoomed in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It wasn’t the Seattle hotel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was a hotel in Portland.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My husband had never told me he’d been there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 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