The truth she never planned to tell me
The next morning, I dropped Luke at the resort kids’ club with the nanny.
“I’ve got a surprise for you later, champ,” I promised, hating myself for lying to him again.
Then I hunted.
I searched the beach, boardwalk shops, restaurants — anywhere someone might walk past and be seen.
Nothing.
Hours passed and I started questioning my sanity.
Had I imagined it?
Was grief finally turning my brain into a liar?
As the sun began to sink, I sat on a bench, defeated, staring at tourists like they were strangers in my own nightmare.
Then I heard a voice behind me.
