You… what are you doing here? — I heard my husband’s voice behind me.

He stood in the doorway, breathing heavily. In his hands, he held a crowbar. I looked at his face — and realized this was no longer the man I had lived with for so many years.

— Who… is this? — I whispered, barely able to get the words out.

He was silent for a moment, then smiled coldly.

— I thought you’d never find this place.

I stepped back, but behind me was only the cold wall. He took a step toward me, gripping the crowbar tightly.