"You okay? You sound weird."
"Just tired. Long day."
I couldn't tell him. What would I say? I saw my dead husband and he ran away from me? He'd think I was having a breakdown. Maybe I was.
I didn't sleep that night. I kept seeing James's face. The moment he recognized me. The way he chose to look through me instead.
He wasn't dead. He was never dead. He left me.
The question burned in my chest: Why?
I was supposed to fly home the next morning. Instead, I changed my ticket and rented a car.
It took me two days to find him.