After a grueling five-day work trip in Denver, all I wanted was to curl up on my couch with a glass of wine. But when I got home, I was met with a surprise that left me both baffled and scared, until I discovered one specific clue…
Managing a sales team across three states as a 34-year-old regional manager was no small feat, and these quarterly trips drained every ounce of my energy. So when I pulled into my driveway, I smiled at the thought of seeing Greg, my husband of two years, and hearing about his week.

But when I opened the door, my smile completely vanished, replaced by utter shock! My entire house was… empty! Not a single piece of furniture, no artwork or pictures on the walls, no stand-alone cabinets, no clothes in the closets! Nothing! It was as if my life had been erased in my absence!

I froze for a moment, trying to comprehend the scene. My first instinct was to call Greg, but he didn’t pick up. I tried again. Voicemail. Heart pounding, I contemplated the thought that we might’ve been robbed.

While pacing our barren living room, furious and confused, I decided to call the police since I couldn’t get a hold of my husband. As I waited for them to arrive, I noticed something odd: a faint, muddy footprint near the entryway…