I didn’t have a plan. I just knew I couldn’t stay in that house another hour. I went to the station and bought a bus ticket to somewhere I had never been, because distance felt like the only thing I could still control.
When the bus pulled away, I leaned my head against the window and watched the city blur into the gray morning. For the first time all week, I could breathe without feeling like I was swallowing glass.
At the next stop, the doors opened. People boarded.
One of them slid into the empty seat beside me, and a familiar scent hit me so strongly it made my stomach twist.
Karl’s cologne.
I turned my head.
It was Karl.
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Not someone who resembled him. Not grief playing tricks on me. Karl. Alive, pale, tired—but undeniably real.
Before I could scream, he leaned close and said, “Don’t scream. You need to know the whole truth.”
My voice came out thin and raw. “You died at our wedding.”
“I had to. I did it for us.”
“What the heck are you talking about? I buried you.”
A couple across the aisle glanced over.
Karl lowered his voice. “Please. Just listen. My parents cut me off years ago because I refused to join the family business. I wanted my own life. They said I was throwing everything away.”
I stared at him.
