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After My Wife Was Gone, I Found a Divorce Decree from 20 Years Ago, and the Family Secret That Followed Changed Everything
Another pause.
We met a week later in a small café.
I arrived early and chose a table near a window, because I needed air and light. When she walked in, my breath caught. Not because she looked exactly like Claire, but because I could see Claire in her. In the set of her mouth. In the seriousness of her eyes. In the way she carried herself like someone who had learned to rely on herself.
She sat down and studied me.
“You’re him,” she said, not accusing, just naming what was true.
