Reclaiming My Life

The call seemed routine, a possible sprain in a quiet Vermont town where I, a paramedic, lived a seemingly quiet life, waiting for my FBI agent wife, Jessica, to return from her latest dangerous assignment.

But when I arrived, I saw her, not in Oregon, but here, pushing a little boy on a swing, laughing with a man I didn't recognize.

Then the boy called her "Mommy," and my world shattered.

I drove home numb, only to find her waiting, smiling, with an excuse about "leave" and a "layover."