Margaret, a lonely career woman, eagerly awaited Colin, a man she met online. But just hours before his arrival, a call from a friend led her to a cemetery, where she was horrified to see Colin’s photo on another man’s grave.
The sun streamed through Margaret’s pristine home as she cleaned, a ritual that filled the void in her life. At forty-five, she had achieved everything—a successful restaurant, a beautiful house, and a nice car—but personal happiness had eluded her. Meeting Colin online felt like a new beginning. She feared rejection, so she lied about her age, claiming to be thirty.
Excited yet anxious, she invited Colin to stay with her. As she prepared for his visit, a call from Alice, a grieving friend, led her to the cemetery. Helping Alice, Margaret noticed a familiar face on a gravestone—Colin’s.
Panicked, she messaged him. He confirmed their meeting. That evening, a man arrived, holding flowers. But he didn’t resemble Colin’s photos. Margaret hid, her heart pounding. “I know you’re there,” he said. “I’m sorry.” Trembling, she opened the door. “Wait.”
