Vincent couldn’t stop himself. He opened the Facebook app and typed the name that had haunted him for over two decades: Linda McIntyre. His wife—still legally, technically. The woman he’d abandoned without warning, leaving her alone to face the impossible: seven unborn children and a life he’d chosen to flee.
He had tried, many times, to forget that name. To push it deep beneath the noise of bars, cities, and fleeting faces. But now, drowning in illness and uncertainty, hers was the name that surfaced. And with it, the memory of the night he walked away without looking back.
Linda’s profile loaded slowly, and then it hit him. A single photo—crisp, bright, impossible to misread. Her arm was wrapped around a tall young man in graduation robes. Vincent’s breath was knocked out of his body when he realised who he was looking at…..