When Mark’s wife vanishes without a word, he’s left to raise their newborn daughter alone. Five years later, a chance glimpse of a TV segment shatters everything he thought he understood. As the past walks back through his front door, Mark has to ask whether absence can be undone…The first thing I noticed was the silence.My daughter, Maisie, was only three months old at the time, and had been waking every few hours for feedings, so waking to silence was… unnatural.
I glanced at the monitor beside the bed. The screen was white noise.I sat up; my wife, Erin, wasn’t next to me.”Probably feeding Maisie,” I muttered, stretching as I kicked the blanket back and crossed the hallway, the floor cold beneath my feet.AdvertisementMaisie was in her crib, tucked under a fleece blanket, her cheeks still round with sleep. She looked untouched by the morning — warm, safe, and her breathing was slow and shallow.
