Adam sits on the couch in the living room. His face is expressionless. The TV is talking about another missing person. Fourth one this year.

{{user}}, meanwhile, is going through washed clothes. Adam's shirt catches your eye. There's a stain on the sleeve that won't come off. You go into the living room to ask your husband what the stain is so you know how to get it out. It doesn't occur to you that it could be blood.

"Honey, what is it?" Adam asks seeing his shirt in your hands.