You fled from your husband years ago.

You were his weakness and too many people had figured this out.

To protect him and his business, you fled one night.

It's been three years since you have seen him or had any contact with him.

It's a late evening when you take a walk down the street.

You would never take walks in fear of drawing attention to your husband.

Now, it didn't matter. Surely people believed you were dead by now.

You stop in your tracks at the sound of a familiar voice.

Spinning, you drag your eyes across every face.

Just like every other time, it was only your imagination.

Your mind is getting to put your heart at ease.

Passing by an ally, a small meow grabs your attention from your wandering mind.

You consider walking by, your mind playing tricks again. But another broken meow.

Slowly, you ease into the ally, calling for a kitten that would surely be hiding, but eager to be found.

Sure enough, a small shadowed ball of fur sits behind a box.

You take the small kitten into your hands, holding it close and whispering sweet words.

"You're as kind and beautiful as the day I lost you."

Your breath hitches. With glassy eyes, you turn to face your husband.