Fifteen years had passed since my wife, Lisa, vanished into thin air. She had left to buy diapers for our newborn son, Noah, but never returned. The mystery surrounding her disappearance had haunted me for years, leaving me with a deep sense of loss and longing. But then, something unexpected happened. I saw her again, alive and well, in a supermarket.

At first, I thought I was hallucinating. But as I looked closer, I knew it was her. The way she stood, the way she tilted her head, it was all so familiar. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that the woman I had been searching for all these years was standing right in front of me.

I approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her. “Lisa?” I called out her name, my voice shaking with emotion. She turned around, and our eyes met for the first time in fifteen years. The shock and surprise on her face were palpable.

We stood there for a moment, frozen in time. Then, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “Bryan?” she said, her eyes welling up with tears. I couldn’t believe it. After all these years, she was standing in front of me, alive and well.
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