He said he needed some time in nature, alone. “Just me and Scout,” he said, scratching the dog’s ears as our kids laughed.

“Are you sure you don’t want company?” I asked, holding our then-toddler son, Benny, while my four-year-old, Emily, clung to my leg.

Jason just smiled and shook his head. “Nah, I’ll be back before you know it. Promise.”

At first, I thought he’d gotten lost. Maybe hurt. The search teams kept trying to find him. Our friends, our neighbors, all showed up to help, calling his name, searching the mountains. It felt surreal, like a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from.

But days turned to weeks, and the search teams started looking at me with pity, as if they’d already made up their minds.

Eventually, they said, “We’ve done all we can.”

People started saying things like, “You’re strong, Maggie,” and “You’ll be okay.” But every word felt hollow. Jason wasn’t just missing; he was gone. After months, they declared him legally dead. I hated those words, but what could I do? Life had to go on.

Over the years, little things kept Jason alive in our home: his old hiking boots by the door, his coffee mug with a chip on the rim, the wool scarf he loved. The kids sometimes asked about him, and I would tell them stories, trying to keep his memory alive.

Sometimes, late at night, when the house was silent, I let myself remember. I wondered if I could’ve done something different that day, maybe convinced him to stay.

It was a quiet Saturday, sunny with a light breeze. I was lying on a blanket in the backyard, watching the kids play, feeling a rare sense of peace.

Out of nowhere, something rustled near the bushes. I squinted, thinking it was a squirrel or maybe one of the neighbors’ cats. But then I saw a dog, thin and scruffy, walking slowly toward me.

At first, I didn’t recognize him. But when I looked closer, my heart skipped. “Scout?” I whispered, hardly believing it. He was older, thinner, his coat dirty and matted, but it was him.

“Scout!” I called louder, sitting up, barely breathing. The dog stopped, looking at me with tired eyes. In his mouth, he held a green jacket, frayed and faded.

I knew it instantly. I’d washed it a hundred times, seen him wear it on so many hikes. I couldn’t believe it. I felt my whole body tense, frozen between shock and hope.

“Scout, where did you come from?” I whispered, inching toward him. But as soon as I reached out, Scout turned and started trotting away, disappearing into the trees.

“No—Scout, wait!” I called, but he didn’t stop. Something inside me said to follow, even if I didn’t know where he was leading me.

Emily looked up, concerned. “Where are you going, Mom?”

“I… I just have to check something, honey,” I managed to say, my voice barely steady. She nodded, her wide eyes watching me as I took off after the dog.

Scout kept a steady pace, leading me through the edge of our neighborhood and into the forest. I struggled to keep up, ducking under branches, slipping on damp leaves. My heart pounded as I ran, a mix of hope, fear, and disbelief fueling me.

“Scout, slow down!” I called, but he stayed just ahead, leading me deeper and deeper into the forest.

I couldn’t tell you how long I’d been walking. My legs ached, every step heavier than the last, and the forest seemed endless, twisting around me as if it wanted me lost. Scout kept looking back, urging me on, like he was as desperate as I was.

And then, just as the light started to fade, I saw it.

“Jason?” I whispered, my voice almost too small to carry. My heart was pounding, my mouth dry. This couldn’t be real.

With my breath catching, I walked up to the window. And there, inside, moving around like he’d never left, was Jason.

He looked… different. His hair was long and messy, a rough beard covering half his face. He looked wild, like he’d lived outside for months. And he wasn’t alone.

A woman was there with him, standing close, her hand brushing against his arm. Her hair was tangled, and her clothes looked patched and worn. She stood like she belonged there, like this was her home. Like he was her home.

My hand flew to my mouth as I stifled a gasp. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. No. No, this isn’t real. But every second I stood there, staring into that dirty window, the truth sank deeper.

“Maggie…” he breathed, his voice calm, too calm, like he’d been expecting me.

“Jason.” My voice wavered, but I held his gaze. I glanced at the woman, then back at him. “What is this?” My heart felt like it was breaking all over again. “Where have you been?”

He glanced at the woman beside him, who just stood there, looking at me like I was the one out of place. “I was…trapped, Maggie. That life wasn’t me. Out here, I’m free. I can breathe. I’ve found something real, something I couldn’t have…back there.” He gestured vaguely to the woods, as if that was his new life.

He looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. “I…I know it’s hard to hear. But I’ve become one with nature now. Sarah and I…we’ve built a life. A simple, meaningful life.” His words sounded empty, robotic, like he’d convinced himself of this story so many times he believed it.

I took a step back, feeling the anger boil over. “So that’s it? You just walk away from everything? From your family? You didn’t even try to let us know you were okay?”

“A prison?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “Is that what we were to you?”

“Maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with your cursed technology, you could come worship nature like we did,” Sarah hissed, looking at me like I was a lunatic.

Jason opened his mouth to speak, but I raised my hand, cutting him off. I didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to listen to his empty excuses or hear how “free” he felt now. I wanted to scream, to cry, to tell him exactly how much he’d shattered our lives.

Without another word, I turned and walked out of that cabin. I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to. The Jason I loved was gone. Maybe he’d been gone long before that day he disappeared, and I was just the last one to realize it.

The walk back felt longer, heavier. Every step was one more reminder that I was leaving a piece of my life behind, a piece I’d never get back. I barely noticed the trees, the growing shadows, the ache in my legs. My mind was numb, my heart hollow.

“I want a divorce,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt. “And I want support. If he has any assets, my kids deserve them.”

The lawyer nodded, looking at me with sympathy. “We’ll make sure you and your children are taken care of, Maggie.”

As I left, a strange calm washed over me. I’d spent years waiting, grieving, and wondering if Jason would come back. But I finally understood that he wasn’t coming back, and even if he did, he wasn’t the man I’d once loved.

Now it was my turn to choose. I needed to make a life for my children rooted in love, stability, and honesty. Jason had taken one path, but I was taking mine. And I was never looking back.

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