My wife vanished 20 years ago, leaving nothing but a note that said, “I hope you will forgive me someday.” I spent two decades waiting for answers. I never expected to find one hanging from a young woman’s neck in a grocery store.
was in the produce section last Monday afternoon, picking out fruits, when my entire life stopped making sense.
I saw a young woman. She was maybe 19 or 20, dark-haired, carefully turning apples over in her hands the way someone does when they actually care about what they’re choosing.
I noticed her the way you notice anyone who reminds you of something you’ve lost.
She reached for another apple, and when the locket around her neck caught the light, I couldn’t breathe.
Leave a Comment