I tried to turn back, but all the trees looked the same.
My phone had no signal.
I began calling for my husband.
“Robert! Robert, where are you?”
There was no answer.
After wandering for nearly an hour, my legs were exhausted. The sun was already beginning to set.
Suddenly, I heard branches cracking behind the bushes.
A man appeared in front of me.
He looked about sixty years old, wore a dark jacket, and carried a small flashlight.
“Ma’am, are you lost?”
I almost cried with relief.
“Yes! I came here with my husband. His name is Robert. He’s waiting for me near our car.”
The man’s expression changed instantly.
“Robert? Is your husband Robert Wilson?”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“Yes! Do you know him?”
He remained silent for a moment before asking:
“How long have you been married?”
“Forty-five years.”
The man took a deep breath.
