A Love That Was Never Mine
"Mr. Henry, we still can’t find her. Ms. Zoe changed her name before she left. Without more than a photo, it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. And even if we find her, I doubt she’d want to come back–”
Henry shot to his feet, interrupting angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting? She’s just mad at me. I know she blames me, but I know what I did wrong. It’s okay, I’ll apologize and make it up to her. She still loves me. I know she does. She still loves me…”
Like a man trying to convince himself, Henry clutched our wedding photo, muttering to himself.