A Second Chance at Closure

Fifteen years after my wife, Lisa, vanished while buying diapers for our newborn, Noah, I spotted her in a supermarket. Stunned, I confirmed it was her by her familiar posture. Heart pounding, I called out, “Lisa?” She turned, shocked, tears in her eyes. Outside, she explained she’d felt overwhelmed by motherhood and marriage, fleeing to Europe for a new life. I felt a mix of anger, hurt, and relief. Though curious about her years away, I

realized I didn’t want to rekindle our past. I sought closure, not reconciliation. Lisa apologized, but I chose to walk away, leaving the pain behind. That moment gave me peace, protecting Noah from confusion and allowing me to move forward.