Fifteen years ago, my wife, Lisa, kissed our newborn son and left to buy diapers. But she never returned. Last week, I saw her alive and well in a supermarket. What happened next was something I’ll never forget.

I had spent the past 15 years searching for closure, raising my son Noah, and trying to make sense of Lisa’s disappearance. But nothing prepared me for the moment I saw her again.At first, I thought I was dreaming. But after observing for a few minutes, I knew it was her. She was older and looked different, but her gestures were still the same.Fifteen years ago, Lisa kissed our newborn son, Noah, on the forehead, grabbed her purse, and told me she was heading out to buy diapers. She didn’t take her phone. She didn’t leave a note. She just vanished.At first, I thought maybe something she got into an accident. I drove toward the supermarket and looked for her on my way. I even checked the dark alleys, but no sign of her.

When I couldn’t find anything, I called the police.I was hopeful when they began their investigation, but those feelings were replaced by sadness when the police told me there were no leads.Her phone was off, and her bank accounts were untouched.

Eventually, the police stopped investigating, concluding she might have run away or met with some tragic fate.

They even suggested I move on, but how could I?

Lisa wasn’t just my wife. She was my best friend. I couldn’t reconcile the loving woman I knew with someone who would abandon her family.As a result, I cycled through every possibility. Maybe she was in trouble and couldn’t come back. Maybe she had run off with someone else.But none of it made sense.

For years, I lived in a fog of anger and grief. I’d stay up at night, wondering where she was and why she left. Did she think I wasn’t good enough? Did she think Noah and I weren’t worth staying for?

On bad nights, I convinced myself she had died, and on worse nights, I hated her for leaving.But life doesn’t stop because you’re heartbroken, does it?Back then, Noah needed me, and I had to pull myself together for his sake. It was difficult, but with my mother’s support, I learned how to change diapers and feed my baby. I even found the right way to make him burp.

As he grew up, I became a pro at packing lunches and was always there to help with homework. I became a father and a mother to him, balancing a full-time job with the demands of raising a child.Now, Noah is 15, tall, and lanky with a crooked grin that reminds me so much of Lisa. He’s the light of my life and the reason I keep going, even on days when I miss Lisa the most.There were times when I imagined her walking back through the door, apologizing to me for being so late. It took me years to accept that my wife was never coming back. She was either dead or gone forever.

But that all changed when I saw her in the supermarket last week.I was in the frozen food aisle, deciding between two brands of waffles, when I saw her. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.The woman scanning a bag of frozen peas down the aisle looked exactly like Lisa. But that was impossible… wasn’t it?

I froze, staring at her like I’d just seen a ghost.Her hair was shorter, and a few strands of gray framed her face, but it was her. The way she stood and tilted her head to read the label was so familiar.My heart skipped a beat as I realized what was happening.

Could it really be Lisa?

I doubted myself at first. Maybe I wanted to see her so badly that my mind was playing cruel tricks on me.So, I pushed my cart further down the aisle to get a closer look. That’s when she turned slightly and I saw her face fully.

It was her, and there was no mistaking it now.

I quickly abandoned my cart and walked toward her. I stood behind her and took a deep breath.

“Lisa?” I called out her name for the first time in years.

She paused for a moment and then turned around. At first, she just stared at me. Then, as recognition set in, her eyes widened in shock.Bryan?” she whisperedI couldn’t believe it was her.

After all these years, she was alive, standing right in front of me as if she’d never left. My mind raced with questions as I looked at her from head to toe.

“Lisa, what’s going on?” I finally managed to speak. “Why are you here? Where have you been all this time?”

Her lips parted as if she was about to say something, but she hesitated. She glanced around the aisle, clearly nervous.next page…