My girlfriend and I had been together for two years when I noticed something strange. Every month, on the same date, she would disappear for exactly three hours. She never explained where she went. One day, I finally asked her. She smiled and said, “You’ll understand someday.” I didn’t like the answer, but I let it go.
The following month, I followed her. She drove to a small cemetery on the other side of town. I watched her walk toward a grave carrying flowers. I expected to see a family member’s name. Instead, I saw my own last name. I called her. She turned around, saw me standing there, and immediately started crying.