I Spent Three Agonizing Years Mourning My Wife Whom I L0st in a Tragic Incident – Yesterday, I Spotted Her Alive Beside My W0rst Enemy=

I stopped beside the glass display of pastries with a small wrapped box in my hand. Inside was a wooden music toy for Lily’s third birthday.

Lily was back at the resort with her nanny, supposedly teaching her stuffed rabbit Italian.

I had stepped out for 15 minutes.

That was how long it took for my dead wife to return.

Sarah sat near the window wearing cream linen and dark sunglasses.

Her hair was shorter.

A burn scar touched the left side of her cheek. One hand rested on the table beside an untouched espresso.

The other hand was inside Marcus’s.

My worst enemy.