I felt my thoughts scatter.
The man walked closer, his eyes never leaving her.
“I’ve been searching for you,” he said.
Claire shook her head slightly.
“You shouldn’t have come.”
“You disappeared,” he replied. “We thought something terrible had happened.”
“I left,” she said quietly. “On purpose.”
Silence fell.
I stepped forward, instinctively.
“She’s my wife,” I said. “This is her home.”
The man turned to me.
“And you are?”
“Benjamin.”
He studied me for a moment.
Then nodded.
“I see.”
His gaze shifted to the children.
“…Your children?”
Claire nodded.
Something softened in his expression.
“They have your eyes,” he murmured.
Then he looked back at her.
“Come home,” he said gently. “You don’t need to live like this anymore.”
My chest tightened.
Everything I had… everything we had built…
Was it nothing compared to what he could offer?
Before I could speak, Claire stepped forward.
“No.”
Her voice was calm, but firm.
“I’m not leaving.”
The man blinked.
“…You’re choosing this life?”
“Yes.”
She took my hand.
“This is my family.”
He looked around—the simple house, the uneven yard, the children with bare feet.
Then back at her.
“…Are you happy?” he asked.
Claire didn’t answer immediately.
She looked at me.
Then at our children.
A small, peaceful smile appeared on her face.
“Yes,” she said. “I am.”
Something in the man’s expression changed.
The tension faded.
“…Then that’s enough,” he said quietly.
He reached into his coat and handed her an envelope.
“For your children,” he said. “And… in case you ever wish to find us again.”
Claire accepted it with trembling hands.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He hesitated, then gently placed his hand on one of the twins’ heads.
“Take care of your mother.”
Then he turned and walked back to the car.
Within moments, they were gone.
Just like that.
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