Very much alive.
The same face. The same hair. The same woman I had mourned, standing in the sunlight with another man’s hand in hers. When our eyes met, recognition flashed across her face—and she ran. Not toward us. Away from us.
That night, the truth came crashing down. One phone call to her mother unraveled the story I’d been fed. The accident was fiction. The funeral was a cover. What they called “mercy” was a carefully planned disappearance.
I found Corinne the next evening. There were no tears, no dramatic explanations—just quiet admissions. An affair. A pregnancy. Fear. Instead of facing consequences, she chose escape. With her parents’ help, she let her husband and child believe she was dead so she could start over without the mess she left behind.
She said she thought it would be easier for everyone.
She was wrong.
The damage wasn’t theoretical—it lived in a child who cried himself sick at night and a man who learned too late that closure built on lies is cruelty in disguise. When Otis ran toward her during our confrontation and saw her recoil in panic, something inside me hardened permanently. I picked up my son and walked away. Some doors don’t close—they collapse.
The legal aftermath was swift and devastating. Once the truth surfaced, the illusion couldn’t survive daylight. I was granted full custody. Boundaries were set. Distance became necessary. We left, choosing anonymity and honesty over proximity to betrayal.
Life didn’t magically fix itself, but it became real again. Otis still carries scars, and so do I. But we’re building something solid—something rooted in truth, not performance.
Months later, a message came through from Corinne. Regret. Loneliness. Longing. I read it once, then deleted it.
Some stories don’t deserve a sequel.
I went outside and helped my son build something lasting—not sandcastles, but a life where trust isn’t a gamble. We’re no longer waiting for someone who chose to disappear. We’re finally present, together, and moving forward.
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