At 62, I met a man, and we were happy—until I overheard a shocking conversation between him and my sister.

Yet, in the days that followed, he started disappearing more often, and Maria was calling him regularly.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something from me.

We were so close, yet there was this mysterious tension between us.

One night, I woke up and realized he wasn’t there.

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