No Room for Love or Hate

Sent to prison by my husband for two years, I changed my name and moved abroad upon release.

Seven years later, we met again at my brother’s tombstone.

Our eyes met. He paused, his hand still on the polished stone.

A complex mix of emotions flashed in his eyes: shock, wild joy, guilt…

“Hanna, I’ve looked for you for years. I thought you… were gone too.”

“Where have you been all these years? Why didn’t you ever contact me?”

Seeing my silence, he quickly dabbed at the corner of his eye.