I Never Married After My First Love Disappeared in Vietnam—At 80, a Stranger Who Looked Just Like Him Handed Me a Blue Box

laugh.

“That’s a convenient answer after 62 years.”

Edward set the records beside the box.

“How did you find me?”

“The photograph and the yearbook page led me to your volunteer article,” Edward said.

“He forgot me?”

Wren sat across from me. “After I looked into his records, I told him about your yearly visit to the willow.”

I looked at the flowers.

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