“My God… So it really is you.”
I stepped backward, frightened.
“What do you mean?”
He grabbed my hand and whispered:
“Don’t go back to him. I know why he brought you here.”
My heart began pounding.
“What are you talking about?”
He looked around nervously, as if afraid someone might be watching us.
Then he pulled an old, folded photograph from his pocket.
In the picture was a young Robert.
Standing beside him was a beautiful woman holding a small child.
But the photograph itself wasn’t the most terrifying part.
What frightened me was what had been written on the back.
MY NAME.
And a date I could never forget.
It was just three days before our wedding.
Read the continuation in the first comment 👇👇‼️ I stared at the photograph for what felt like an eternity, unable to understand how my name could be written on the back of a picture showing an unknown woman and a child.
