I Prepared His Funeral, Not His Secret

To murder my husband Ethan, I spent a full year preparing.

I smiled as I sent my husband off on his mountain expedition.

I had secretly swapped his GPS for a model that would never send out a signal, ensuring he'd disappear forever in the remote mountain region.

I calmly calculated the time it would take for him to get lost, succumb to hypothermia, and finally die of exhaustion.

The plan was perfect. I had even prepared the eulogy for his funeral.

Ten days later, the rescue team called with news cold and piercing:

"Miss Bailey, we found your husband. But there's another body with him."