It shakes me, trying to wake me up. "Kate, Kate!" he was screaming frantically. I sat on the bed trying my best to look groggy. "Where is your father?" he asked me. Her eyes were filled with tears and concern, almost as if she knew he was gone. “He left earlier,” I lied. “I don't know why, or where, but I guess he got angry about something and left the house without any explanation.” I hated lying to my mother like this, but I had to do it. My mother sighed, “His car is still in the driveway.” I quickly responded “uh yeah, he walked.” He left the room and sighed in relief. I decided it would be best to keep this whole thing a secret. I would never tell anyone, not even my mom, not even my best friend, otherwise I would go to prison. I couldn't be put in prison, I had my whole life ahead of me and I knew it had to be done. I couldn't let my mother go through life suffering in pain when she would find out that the love of her life had dishonored her trust. Although I'm sure when she finds out her husband is missing, that could be bad too. But for me I would rather my husband disappear than cheat on him