Online, theories multiplied like weeds. Maybe she ran off. Maybe he buried her. Maybe they planned it together. Every post gnawed at him. He told himself he wouldn’t look again, but he couldn’t stay away. Every night, he scrolled through strangers dissecting his marriage like it was entertainment.
Some threads even sympathized with him—praising his composure, calling him misunderstood. He read those the most, clinging to them like a lifeline. But the comfort was short-lived; they were defending the man he used to be, not the one sitting awake at 3 a.m., terrified of mirrors.