I Found My Body in My Husband’s Basement

I found a secret dark room in my husband, Dr. Julian Thorne's, study.

Inside, dozens of glass jars held specimens of my body parts.

From a fingernail he'd snipped when we first held hands, to a strand of hair he'd collected after our intimacy last night.

And in the center of the room, a recording device looped my own voice.

"Help me, Julian, please, no, it hurts…"

It was the recording of my pleas from the operating room when I had my unexpected miscarriage last month.

Just as I was about to flee, a cold touch grazed the back of my neck.

"Elara, you finally found it."