I went to my husband’s office to drop off something he’d forgotten – only to find an abandoned building.
A security guard told me, “That company went under three years ago.”
I called my husband. “Where are you?”
“At the office. In a meeting.”
My heart started pounding. Then my son pointed down.
“Mom… that’s Dad’s car.”
My husband had rushed out that morning and left behind an important folder. It wasn’t unusual. His life was always packed with meetings, calls, deadlines. I grabbed the folder, buckled our son into his car seat, and drove to the address I knew by heart.
But the moment we arrived, something felt off.
The building looked neglected. The company sign was gone. The windows were grimy. Orange cones blocked part of the lot. Heavy chains hung across the main doors.
I told myself they must be renovating or relocating inside. I parked anyway. As I stepped out, a security guard appeared from a nearby booth.
