Vanished Without a TraceThe first thing I noticed was the silence. Not an empty silence, but a presence of it, thick and heavy as a blanket. I called out for my wife, Sarah, as I always did when I got home from my night shift. There was no answer.Her car was in the driveway. Her purse was on the kitchen counter, her phone still plugged in beside it. A half-finished cup of tea sat on the coffee table, gone cold. It was as if she had been teleported out of our living room in the middle of a lazy Sunday