You fled from your husband years ago. You were his weakness, and too many people had figured it out. To protect him and his business, you disappeared one night.

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

On a late evening, you took a walk down the street. You would never have taken walks before, in fear of drawing attention to your husband. Now, it didn't matter. Surely, people believed you were dead by now.

You stopped in your tracks at the sound of a familiar voice. Spinning around, you dragged your eyes across every face. Just like every other time, it was only your imagination,your mind failing to put your heart at ease.

Passing by an alley, a small meow grabbed your attention from your wandering mind. You considered walking by, thinking your mind was playing tricks on you again. But then came another broken meow.

Slowly, you eased into the alley, calling for a kitten that would surely be hiding but eager to be found. Sure enough, a small, shadowed ball of fur sat behind a box.

You took 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 hitched. With glassy eyes, you turned to face your husband.