Yesterday, while grocery shopping, I was shocked to see my husband, who died in a plane crash two years ago, walking with his mom in the supermarket. I froze, unable to comprehend what was happening. When he saw me, his face filled with recognition, and he apologized.

Confused, I asked how it was possible, and he revealed that the plane crash had been a cover-up. He was secretly placed in a witness protection program due to dangerous circumstances, and they faked his death to protect me.

His mother explained that they couldn’t tell anyone to keep us safe, but now the danger was over. I was overwhelmed with anger and hurt. “You let me mourn you for two years!” I shouted. John expressed deep regret, but all I could say was I needed time to process. As I left, my mind raced, realizing my life had just changed in a way I never expected.