No Forgiveness for You, Husband

My husband sent me to prison for two years. After I was released from prison, I changed my name and moved abroad.

After seven years, we reunited in front of my brother’s grave.

Our eyes met and he stopped wiping the tombstone.

Shock, ecstasy and guilt flickered through his eyes in a rush of tangled emotion.

"Stacy, I've been looking for you for many years. I thought you... were gone too."

"Where have you been all these years and why haven't you contacted me once?"

Seeing that I was silent, he quickly wiped the corners of his eyes.