It was two in the morning when Henry rolled over and found the space next to him empty. At first, he thought maybe his wife Cynthia had just gone to the bathroom, but something didn’t feel right. The pillow still held the shape of her head, but she was nowhere to be seen. He sat up, blinking the sleep from his eyes, and called out to her.
“Cynthia?”
No answer.
He checked every room in the house kitchen, living room, bathroom, even the baby’s room, which was ready and waiting though their child hadn’t yet arrived. Nothing. The silence felt heavier with each passing second.
That’s when he noticed the front door. It was cracked open, swaying with the wind. The cool night air crept in, carrying the scent of the sea. Henry grabbed a flashlight from the porch and stepped outside. Waves crashed in the distance, and when he pointed the light toward the shore, he saw something someone.
It was Cynthia. She was waist-deep in the ocean, her long hair floating around her like a shadow. The beam of his flashlight made her look almost otherworldly, her skin glistening under the moonlight. She was humming softly, the….Read Full Story Here………………..
