I Spent Three Agonizing Years Mourning My Wife Whom I Lost in a Tragic Incident – Yesterday, I Spotted Her Alive Beside My Worst Enemy

“With her nanny.”

Sarah pressed both hands against the table.

“Is she all right?”

“She’s three years old.”

“Is she happy?”

“She asks me why her mother only lives inside photographs.”

Sarah lowered her head.

Marcus turned toward the sea.

For several seconds, the three of us seemed to exist in separate worlds.

I placed Lily’s wrapped birthday present on the continue reading …