I Mourned My Wife for 3 Years After a Tragic Incident—Yesterday, I Saw Her Alive Beside My Worst Enemy

looked different because of the scars. And finally, because Lily’s first birthday had already passed without me.” She pulled her sleeve down over her wrist, even though the afternoon was warm. “Every missed day made the next one harder to face.”

“That is not an answer.”

“No,” she admitted. “It isn’t.”

“That is cowardice.”

She nodded slowly. “Yes.”

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