My Wife Vanished When Our Daughter Was 3 Months Old – Five Years Later, We Saw Her on TV

The first thing that hit me was the quiet.

Not the soft, Sunday-morning kind either. The wrong kind. The kind that makes your stomach drop before your brain knows why.

Maisie was only three months old then. I was used to living in two-hour bursts—feeding, changing, rocking, dozing off sitting up. Silence did not exist in our house.

But that morning, it did.

I rolled over and saw an empty space where my wife should’ve been.

No Erin. Just a dent in the pillow and a tangle of blanket.