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

She lowered her sunglasses.

For one second, I watched her become a ghost seeing me.

Then her eyes dropped.

Not to my face.

Not to the box in my hand.

To the diaper bag on my shoulder, where Lily’s tiny knitted yellow duck poked out of the side pocket.

Sarah’s fingers lifted toward it.

Barely.

Then stopped.