The following morning, Adam was gone. His clothes, his belongings—they were all missing from the closet. I found a text message from him saying, “I’m staying with Dave.” I was stunned. Adam had left, and the reason—his frustration over our baby’s cries—felt so absurd and hurtful that it was hard to process.
The house was eerily quiet without him. I tried calling him, but he didn’t answer. My thoughts raced, trying to figure out what was going on. And then it hit me: where else would he go? Dave. His best friend. Adam had always gone to him when things got tough. I couldn’t believe it, but I had no other explanation. Adam had left us—and I was sure Dave’s house was where he was now.
I paced the house, wondering what to do. But I already knew. I had to confront this head-on. I couldn’t live with the uncertainty anymore, and I certainly couldn’t pretend to ignore what had happened. Adam had abandoned his family because of the baby’s cries—because she was too loud. I needed answers.