The Heart I Lost

Synopsis

After I died, the killer dumped my body by the roadside. My husband, Edward Foster, drove past that spot every day, but he never noticed anything strange. He just assumed I was mad at him and staying at a hotel. It wasn't until his grandma called him that things started to click. "Edward, why hasn't Grace come yet?" "She didn't come to you today?" Edward asked, surprised. "No. She didn't come back last week either. Did you two have a fight or something?" his grandma pressed. That was when it hit Edward. I hadn't been home in over two weeks. When a cold, unfamiliar male voice answered my phone, he started to panic.