At two in the morning, I drove to Helen’s house.
Tell me everything.
Finally, Helen confessed the truth.
Danny hadn’t spent fifty-five years looking for me.
“Margaret appeared in his life,” he said.
Danny had met Margaret while recovering from her injuries. They became a couple. They spent almost fifty years together, had children and built a life.
“Then why did you tell me that she was just her nurse?”
Because he wants you to think he was always faithful to you.
I felt sick.
Why did you let him think he was dead?
Helen’s eyes filled with tears.
Danny asked his friend to tell you he was dead. I found out later. I thought you’d survive a dead hero better than a husband who had chosen another woman.
You left me waiting for him for fifty-five years.
I know.
Then I asked the question that mattered most.
If Danny chose Margaret, why is he here now?
Helen gave me a phone number.
Call him.
I did.
The next afternoon, my backyard was full of guests to the wedding.
Danny smiled at me.
“You look beautiful.
“You too.
Helen accompanied me to the altar.
Danny seemed relieved.
The ceremony began.
Do you accept Danny as your husband?
I looked at it directly.
“No.
Silence.
Danny’s face changed.
Helen came to you.
“It was actually your son.
His expression collapsed.
