Her entire body went stiff!
Her eyes locked on mine, and all the color drained from her face instantly! She looked as if she’d just seen someone rise from a coffin!
Her grip loosened, and the glass jar of pickles slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor between us. Bits of green, brine, and broken glass splashed everywhere, but she didn’t even flinch or blink!
Her entire body went stiff!
She just stared at me as if I were a ghost.
Then she took a shaky step forward. Then another.
“Lewis…? Is that really you?”
I blinked, my pulse rising so fast it made my vision buzz.
“Sorry, do I — do I know you?”
The woman — slender, mid-30s, with a messy ponytail and the kind of tired eyes you only get from heartbreak or years of missing someone — shook her head slowly, as if she were afraid reality might collapse around her.
“It’s me,” she said. “Emily. Your wife.”
“Lewis…? Is that really you?”
My heart dropped straight to my stomach!
Jessica, the groceries, the quiet life — all of it vanished in a blink! I couldn’t speak and could barely breathe.
The boy was still watching me. His little hand reached for Emily’s coat and tugged.
“Mom,” he said. “That’s Dad.”
People were starting to stare.
Marty, the cashier, called for a cleanup over the intercom, but Emily didn’t even notice.
She grabbed my wrist gently. Her hand was trembling.
The boy was still watching me.
“Please,” she said, her voice cracking. “Can we talk? Just outside? I know this is insane. But I need… I need to talk to you.”
I looked down at her hand, then back at her face. There was something in her eyes — not just desperation, but hope and recognition.
I followed her outside. We walked to the corner of the parking lot, where a faded yellow bench stood near a row of dented carts.
The boy trailed behind us, quiet and watchful.
I followed her outside.
Emily turned to me and took a deep breath. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
I shook my head slowly. “No. I don’t.”
She swallowed hard, then sat down on the bench.
“You were in a car accident. Three years ago. Outside of North Carolina. You were on your way to your brother’s house for the weekend. They found your car wrapped around a tree. There was blood… enough to believe you didn’t survive. But they never found your body.”
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