Twelve years had passed since Adam vanished, leaving me in the chaos and quiet despair of raising triplets on my own. Those years were a whirlwind of milestones, challenges, and growth, but never had I imagined that I’d run into him again, let alone under such bizarre circumstances.
I was at the local grocery store, my mind juggling a list of necessities while mentally preparing for the upcoming week of school activities and work obligations. As I navigated the aisles, a familiar figure caught my eye. It was him—Adam. He looked older, his once vibrant eyes now shadowed with fatigue. I felt a rush of emotions: anger, shock, and an unexpected pang of curiosity.
He approached me with a hesitance that spoke volumes. “Allison,” he started, his voice a mixture of relief and anxiety. “Please, I need your help.”
