Malcolm Voss and I had been playmates since we were small. The kind of friends where, whenever I got into trouble, he would take the blame for me. We were inseparable.
But after I graduated from middle school and went abroad to study, I never saw him again.
From what my family told me, he was pursuing advanced studies in Germany.
The places where we studied were separated by an ocean, and thousands of miles of land and air travel lay between us.
So whenever I caught sight of someone who looked like Malcolm during my college years, I always assumed I was just seeing things… But then, was it really him back then, or not? I found the answer on our wedding night.
Every year, he would fly to the city where I lived just to see me. Afraid of distracting me from my studies, he always watched
