He looked up from his book. "No idea, Martha. I didn't put it there." Des was as sure as he could be that he hadn't.
But even as he spoke, a chain of thoughts had already sparked, propelling him towards an inevitable conclusion.
He hadn't watched TV all day. During the afternoon, he'd worked in the garden whilst Martha had watched a film.
It was just the two of them living there now. So if he hadn't put the remote in the fridge then...? Martha.
The realisation cut deep and hard.