I spent the following week crying, barely sleeping, and wondering how I was supposed to survive without him.
Then I boarded a bus, hoping to escape the memories.
At the next stop, a man sat beside me.
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I recognized his cologne before I saw his face.
When I turned toward him, my entire body went cold.
It was Karl.
My husband.
The same man I’d buried just days earlier.
Before I could scream, he grabbed my attention with a desperate whisper.
“Megan, please stay calm. I need to tell you the truth.”
I stared at him.
“You’re supposed to be dead!”
He glanced nervously around the bus.
“I know. But everything I did was for us.”
I had no idea what he meant.
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But within minutes, I would discover that my husband hadn’t simply hidden a secret from me.
