15 years ago, my wife, Lisa, kissed our baby boy, Noah, on the forehead, grabbed her purse, and said, “I’ll be back soon. Just heading out for diapers.”

For years, I lived in a haze of heartbreak, anger, and unanswered questions. The police launched an investigation, but there were no leads—her phone went silent, her bank accounts were untouched, and it was like she had vanished into thin air.

Eventually, they told me she was probably gone forever.

But deep down, I never truly accepted that.

I raised Noah on my own, juggling sleepless nights and long workdays while carrying the weight of Lisa’s disappearance. As the years passed, I stopped hoping for answers and focused entirely on Noah—ensuring he had a stable, happy life despite everything. Now, at fifteen, he’s grown into a tall, bright teenager with an unmistakable smile.

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