I Left Them in the Fire
The day I found out my wife, Madison Anderson, had a secret three-year-old son with someone else, was the day I wired our house with explosives. I was prepared to end it all, with her by my side.
Only that night, Madison never came home.
I sat hollow and numb until my 10-month-old daughter suddenly called out, "Da-da."
That single word shattered my resolve.
She breathed life back into me.
And so, I grabbed the most expensive car in the garage and sped away, detonating the explosives from beyond the gates.
I drove straight to the airport, uncaring of the fiery wreckage that I left behind.
From that night forward, the man Havenport had ridiculed as the Anderson family's worthless son-in-law vanished without a trace.
Five years later, our paths crossed again at a boutique inn in Bellmont.
Madison stared at me as I politely handed her the room key. For a moment, she looked lost. "Travis.... you seem different."
I simply smiled and wished them a pleasant stay as a family of three.