Fifteen years ago, my wife kissed our newborn son goodbye, picked up her purse, and said she was running out to buy diapers. She never returned. No note. No explanation. No trace. For more than a decade, I lived with unanswered questions, grief, and anger.
Then, just last week, while standing in a supermarket aisle, I saw her. She looked older, but there was no doubt — it was her. What followed was a conversation that reshaped everything I thought I knew.
The Day Everything Fell Apart
It’s impossible to explain the devastation of someone vanishing without warning. One moment, Lisa and I were new parents, staring in awe at our baby boy, Noah. The next, she was gone, as though the world had swallowed her whole.
I searched frantically that first night — the supermarket, side streets, anywhere she might have gone. When the police became involved, hope flickered for a moment. But as days turned into weeks and then months, nothing surfaced. Her phone was disconnected, her bank accounts untouched.
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