For decades, I waited for news. I never married, although I built a fulfilling life as an English teacher. Every year on Thomas\u2019s birthday, I visited a memorial for missing servicemen and placed a white rose there. I always brought our college photograph and told him about my life. I never stopped wondering whether he might somehow return.<\/p>\n
Then, at the airport, his grandson Daniel told me the impossible truth. Thomas had survived, been captured, and eventually returned home in 1973. He had married a nurse named Margaret, raised two children, and lived for decades. Now elderly and seriously ill, he wanted to see me again. I couldn\u2019t understand how he could have come home without contacting me.<\/p>\n
Daniel drove me to his grandfather\u2019s house. Thomas sat beside the window, his white hair thin and his hands trembling. When he said my name, I recognized his eyes immediately. But I remained standing. \u201cYou\u2019ve been home for more than fifty years,\u201d I said. \u201cWhy did you let me believe you were dead?\u201d<\/p>\n
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