A Face From the Past
Fifteen years ago, my wife, Lisa, kissed our newborn son, Noah, and left to buy diapers. She never came back.
Last week, I saw her alive and well in a supermarket. What followed was an encounter I will never forget.
For over a decade, I struggled to find closure, raising Noah alone and trying to make sense of Lisa’s sudden disappearance. But nothing could have prepared me for that moment.
At first, I thought I was imagining things, but after a few seconds, I knew it was her. She had aged, her hair had strands of gray, but her mannerisms, the way she moved—there was no mistake.
The Day She Vanished
It’s impossible to describe the devastation of losing someone without warning. One moment, they’re part of your world, and the next, they’re gone—without a trace.
Fifteen years ago, Lisa kissed Noah’s forehead, grabbed her purse, and told me she was going to the store. She never returned.
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