I Returned a Wallet Full of Cash I Found at Work — The Next Morning a Sheriff Knocked on My Door

The Woman Who Left

She looked older.

Tired.

Not the same person who walked away years ago.

“Evan…” she said softly.

I didn’t respond.

Behind me, I could hear the kids laughing in the living room.

She glanced past me.

“They’re… big now,” she whispered.

“You don’t get to say that,” I replied coldly.

“You weren’t here.”