I wish I could say that the tragedy of little Jack disappearing brought me and Nate 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. 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 I can't be sure, but I think Nate and this woman share a look of recognition before he leaves. The first day Nate's away, things feel okay, even though I know when he returns we're going to have to discuss what I found in his coat pocket. 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. And that's when they tell me the shocking truth. Nate hasn't worked for the company in six months. Once I've found this lie, it's hard not to pick at the scab of our marriage, see what other secrets lie beneath his apparent love for me. By the end of the week, I hope I might finally learn the truth about my husband, about the woman across the street, and about what really happened to my little boy.