Forty years ago, my husband Michael left to buy milk and never returned. I was left with two young children and no answers. Over time, I gave up hope—until a mysterious letter arrived, urging me to go to the railway station.
At the station, I found Michael—older but unmistakably him. He explained he had been abducted because of a secret gambling debt and forced into servitude. For decades, he couldn’t contact us, fearing for our safety. Finally, federal agents dismantled the criminal group, freeing him.
A federal agent confirmed Michael’s critical role in taking down the cartel. Though overwhelmed, I asked why he hadn’t told me. He replied, “I did it for you, for the kids.”
As we walked home that evening, after forty years of pain, I knew we were finally reunited. Whatever came next, we would face it together.
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