My mind kept trying to find normal explanations.
Maybe she is stressed or exhausted.
Or maybe she has an undiagnosed medical issue.
Or some kind of memory problem.
But every explanation of why my wife was acting differently failed.
The birthmark became my biggest concern.
The next morning, Alma left to buy groceries.
The moment her car turned out of the driveway, I went upstairs and opened her laptop.
The password had changed.
I tried our anniversary. It was wrong.
Her mother's birthday was wrong, too.
Milo's name was also rejected.
Then I decided to try her birthday.
I almost didn't because one day, when we were setting up a joint social media account, I wanted to put her birthday as the password.
She refused and told me that it would be a "ridiculously obvious password."
Still, I tried it, and to my surprise, the screen unlocked.
There was almost nothing on the desktop.
