The Ghost of the Past
Maxime’s heart seemed to stop when he saw who stood beneath the veil. It was Isabelle—his wife, the woman he believed had died years ago, the mother of little Clara. At the sight of her daughter, Isabelle staggered, then turned and fled in overwhelming shock.
Five years after the death of my wife, I took my daughter to my childhood friend’s wedding, and when I saw the bride, she asked me: “Daddy, why are you crying?”
