I pulled away from her, her plea hanging in the air. “Leave!” I cried, my voice filled with the sting of betrayal. “My husband would never do this to me. You must be lying!”
But as I spoke, doubt began to creep in. Could there have been secrets behind the marriage I believed was perfect? Overcome with grief and confusion, I retreated to my car, desperate to escape. Just as I was about to drive away, a faint cry caught my attention, carried by the breeze.
I turned, heart racing, and saw the abandoned baby lying beside my husband’s grave. In that moment, the truth became painfully clear.
The woman’s words weren’t lies but a tragic reality I now had to face. The denial I had clung to shattered, and I was left to confront a future forever changed.