Lies In White

Synopsis

It was 11 p.m., and I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. After three years of marriage, it had become a routine for me to wake up every night to massage Rayford's legs. "Honey, let me give you a massage so your legs don't cramp," I said, sitting up and getting ready to head to the guest room. Since we got married, Rayford had always slept in the guest room, saying he was afraid of bumping into me when he turned over. I'd never questioned it and was always touched by his thoughtfulness. "No need, I'm fine tonight," his voice came from the guest room, sounding a little flustered. I frowned. He'd never turned down a massage before. I pushed open the door to the guest room, only to find the bed covered in rumpled blankets, but no sign of Rayford. My heart skipped a beat. I searched the room, even checked the bathroom, but there was no one there. Was something wrong? I grabbed my phone, ready to call the police, when I heard a faint noise from the balcony. I followed the sound, and through the gap in the glass door, I saw a shocking sight...