At that moment, the door opened.
The young woman from the video stepped inside.
She smiled shyly.
“Hello, Grandma.”
I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore.
I embraced her, then Susan.
For sixty-one years, I had believed my firstborn daughter was dead.
And now she was standing right in front of me.
A grown woman.
A mother herself.
When Robert and I left the hospital that evening, he held my hand tightly.
“Do you still want to finish our trip?” he asked.
I looked at him through my tears.
“Yes. But this time, I want our daughter and granddaughter to come with us.”
Robert smiled.
And that’s exactly what we did.
On the day I watched that terrible video of my husband disappearing, I thought he had abandoned me for another woman after sixty-one years of marriage.
But in reality, he had gone to meet the woman I had missed more than anyone else in the world.
