Delilah stared at the photograph, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. This couldn’t be John. She knew him better than anyone, didn’t she? They had spent nearly every day of their 34-year marriage together. John had never mentioned Paris or hinted at a solo trip abroad. It had to be a mistake.
“This can’t be John,” she whispered to herself, shaking her head. “He would never have gone to Paris without telling me. He couldn’t have.” Her voice grew firmer, as if repeating it would make it true. But as she looked at the photograph again, doubt began to creep in.