like any ot

ek like he always did, told me he'd be back late, and walked out the door with his usual calm

ame just af

door. I wiped my hands on a towel an

the p

em held a folder. The other stared at me

e're looking for a man named Adewal

aug

ong house. My husband's na

changed

we co

trying to keep calm.

t my chest. It was him. My David. Same eyes. Same jawline. S

name was

Adewale

d, identity theft, an

shifted around me. Suddenly, everything made sense-the hidden phone calls, the lies

d a man who

d, "Do you know

ldn't

, I realized... I didn