It was a peaceful evening at the ranch, and I snapped a photo of the stunning sunset, sending it to my husband, hoping he’d appreciate the view.
His reply shocked me: “Look closer. At the fence. Zoom in.” Confused, I enlarged the photo and saw it—my initials and my ex-boyfriend’s carved into the wood, surrounded by a faint heart. My stomach dropped.
This fence had been our special place, a memory I had forgotten. I explained that I hadn’t noticed it, but to my husband, it felt like a sign of my past connection with someone else.
