My Wife Walked Out on Me and Our Four-Year-Old Son After We Moved to a Small Town – Two Years Later, I Saw Her Again at a Grocery Store

Then, one evening, months after the grocery store incident, my phone rang. Lucy’s name lit up the screen.

I didn’t answer.

She didn’t leave a voicemail.

That night, Will and I sat on the couch, eating popcorn and watching a movie. He leaned against me and asked, “Daddy, do you think Mom will ever come back?”

I swallowed. “I don’t know, buddy.”

Lucy’s name lit up the screen.
He nodded, thinking it over. “I’m glad you stayed.”

“So am I,” I said.

He smiled and went back to his movie, and I realized that sometimes the strongest families are the ones that survive being broken.