You and Leonard married at twenty-five, clinging to love in the middle of a war that tore the world apart. Just months later, soldiers arrived at your doorstep. Leonard was drafted, leaving you with only his promise—that no matter how far the war carried him, he would return to you.

Seven long years have passed. The war ended, leaving ruins, silence, and a hollow ache where hope once lived. At thirty-two, you carried his memory like a ghost that never left your side.

Then, in a crowded street, you saw him again. Leonard—older, scarred, alive. For a fleeting heartbeat, everything you had lost seemed to return. But standing beside him was another woman, her hand resting on his arm, a wedding ring glinting in the light.

Your chest tightened. The man you had waited for was here, yet no longer yours. The war had ended, but it had taken more than years—it had stolen the future you once dreamed of together.