--- The Silence After the Storm The wind picked up slightly, rustling the trees as if nature itself was trying to fill the silence Catherine had left behind. Raymond’s hand still hung in the air, Sammy’s fingers brushing his, but he didn’t grip back. He just stood there—staring at the spot where his wife had vanished. Sammy slowly pulled her hand away and folded her arms, as if shielding herself from the cold. “Well… that didn’t go how I hoped.” Raymond exhaled shakily. “I never wanted her to find out like this.” Sammy gave a bitter smile. “There’s never a good way for your wife to find out you’ve been seeing your old flame behind her back.” He finally turned to look at her, eyes tired and aged with guilt. “You’re not just my old flame, Sam. You’re… the one I never stopped loving.”

