My mind reeled as I tried to process his words. How could it not be her? I had watched her climb into bed just a few hours ago, complaining of a throbbing headache after a long day at work. She had kissed me goodnight, promising to join me for our anniversary dinner once she felt a little better.
I could feel a chill creeping up my spine as the officer cautiously approached the bed. He reached out, his hand trembling ever so slightly as he pulled back the covers. My eyes widened in horror as the reality of the situation came crashing down on me like a tidal wave.
The figure on the bed was not my wife. It was a mannequin, expertly dressed and made up to appear like her from a distance. The blonde wig lay perfectly in place, and the features were eerily similar, but there was no denying the cold, lifeless nature of what I was looking at.
“Sir, did you know about this?” the officer asked, his voice a mixture of suspicion and concern.
“I… I had no idea,” I stammered, my mind racing. “Who could have done this? And why?”
