Wordle by Wordle: Day 6
Saturday, Jan 6, 2024
Wordle #931 - CABLE
“I… I don’t know what happened,” Bree says around a sniffle. She wrings a tissue between her balled fists until it rips in half. “He’s just gone!”
“Okay, okay. Let’s back up a little. When was the last time you saw Roy?”
“Well, it must’ve been the night before last.” Bree looks up and into the distance, skimming the memory like it’s a cable rerun playing in the background. “We went to bed at ten, like we always do, and then he had already left for work by the time I woke up the next morning.”
“Is that unusual?” I ask, though I already know the answer.
“Oh, no. You know how he is.”
I do. Always up before sunrise, ready for a jog and a green juice. He might as well have “the early bird catches the worm” tattooed across his forehead.
“What was his mood like that night?” I realize how clinical I sound, but I don’t change tack. My detective cap is too firmly in place to take off now. “Did you guys argue?”
“No,” Bree says sharply. Another sniffle. “Everything was fine. He just seemed a little tired, maybe.”
“Okay, so what happened next, after you woke up yesterday?”
“I went to work, like usual. Texted Roy during my lunch break, asked him what he wanted to do for dinner. And then…” Her voice catches again and she dabs away a mascara-streaked tear. “And then he texted back that he wasn’t coming home that night.”
I nod, encouragingly, I hope.
“Can you tell me exactly what the text said?”
“Just that! ‘I’m not coming home tonight,’” Bree says with a huff. I can’t tell if she’s more exasperated by me or Roy. “That was the last thing I heard from him.”
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