Without a trace
May 26, 2022
4 minutes
Anita Wafer, 63, Wolverhampton
Hearing the toaster pop, I slathered butter over the bread.
‘Breakfast’s ready, love,’ I called to my husband, Brian, then 66.
Eggs sizzled in the pan as I turned over the bacon.
Popping a tea bag into his favourite mug, I shouted for Brian again.
‘Thanks, pet,’ he said, shuffling into the dining room, in his slippers, his newspaper tucked underneath his arm.
Putting the fry-up in front of him, I gave him a smile.
‘So what’s the plan for today?’ I said, sipping my brew as he munched away.
‘I thought I might go to the
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