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

Trying to scare you.”

“Well, it’s working,” I confessed.

He smiled slightly. “Fear is normal. Panic is optional.”

That night, I watched William sleep longer than usual.

He sprawled diagonally across his bed, clutching the worn dinosaur he had named Rex.

His breathing was slow and even, the kind of peace only kids seem to find so easily.

I whispered, “I’ve got you,” even though he couldn’t hear me.

Lucy did not disappear right away. She lingered on the edges of my life like a bad smell that wouldn’t fade.

I saw her near Will’s school one day, though she never came inside.

Fran noticed it too.

“That woman’s trouble,” Fran said from her porch, arms crossed. “You watch yourself.”

I did.

But weeks passed. Lucy never filed anything.

She sent a few more messages, then stopped.

A month later, I came across Catherine again. That time, she had another update about my ex-wife.

She told me Lucy had moved on again. She’d found another man.

This one had connections to her parents, which meant temporary safety.

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