Fifteen years earlier, my wife kissed our baby son Noah on the forehead, smiled at me, picked up her purse, and said she was only going out to buy diapers. She never returned. The police searched for months before quietly telling me to prepare for the possibility that she was gone forever. I buried my grief beneath endless workdays and sleepless nights, raising Noah alone while wondering how someone could simply disappear without leaving behind a single clue.
Then, in the frozen food aisle of a neighborhood supermarket, I saw her. Lisa looked older, her hair was shorter, but I would have recognized her anywhere. When our eyes met, shock flashed across her face before she forced a calm smile. She opened her mouth to speak, and everything I believed about the last fifteen years began to unravel.
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