The Knock
The next morning, I woke up to a loud knock on the door.
Noah was still asleep beside me.
I slipped out of bed, wrapped myself in a sweater, and walked to the front door.
When I opened it, I froze.
A man stood in the hallway.
He was tall, dressed in a dark coat, his hair neatly combed. He looked to be around sixty.
But what struck me most was the seriousness in his eyes.
“Good afternoon,” he said politely.
“It’s morning,” I replied automatically.
He nodded awkwardly.
“I know we don’t know each other. But I need to tell you the truth about your husband. I’ve been looking for him for a long time.”
My heart started pounding.
“What?”
He held out a thick envelope.
“There’s something you don’t know about your husband. You need to read the letter inside this envelope, and you’ll understand everything.”
My mind raced with terrifying possibilities.
Had Noah lied to me?
Was he hiding something?
Just then, I heard a voice behind me.
“Lena?”
I turned.
Noah was in the hallway in his wheelchair, rubbing his eyes.
“Who is it?”
The man looked at him.
And suddenly his expression changed completely.
Shock.
Emotion.
Recognition.
“Noah?” the man whispered.
Noah stared at him carefully.
“I know your face,” he said slowly. “From somewhere… a long time ago.”
The man’s eyes filled with tears.
“Then I finally found you.”
