Fifteen years ago, my wife, Lisa, disappeared after leaving to buy diapers for our newborn son, Noah. Last week, I saw her again, and her explanation shattered me.
Lisa’s disappearance left me devastated. I searched everywhere, but the police found no clues. I raised Noah alone, juggling work and parenting, always wondering what had happened to her.
Then, last week, I spotted her in a grocery store. She looked different, but it was her. My heart pounded as I approached her.
“Lisa?” I said.
She turned, her face pale. “Bryan?”
I demanded answers. “Where have you been?”
She asked for forgiveness before explaining that she had fled to Europe, overwhelmed by motherhood and our financial struggles. Her parents helped her start a new life, and now she wanted to reconnect with Noah and me.
But I couldn’t forgive her. After 15 years of pain, I told her we had moved on without her.
