Welcome to Litsy!

It's hard being that woman, the one whose husband disappeared. It's made me quite famous. I just wish it was for something else.
He went out five years ago for a pint of milk and never came back. So here I am with a daughter who blames me for all that's wrong in the world, a son trying his best to pick up the pieces and a gaggle of new neighbours who are over friendly, and incredibly nosy.
Then I find a left luggage ticket in the pocket of one of his old coats and suddenly I'm thinking . . . What if he's not dead? What if he's still out there somewhere?
You think you have the perfect life, the perfect kids, and then it's all turned inside out. What if I don't like what I find? And is it a chance I'm willing to take