“My college sweetheart vanished over Vietnam 55 years ago. Every year, I traveled to a memorial carrying one white rose and our old photograph. But last Tuesday, a stranger was waiting at the airport—holding the exact same picture.”

of my suitcase.

“Thomas was my fiancé.”

“I know.”

“Then who are you?”

“I’m Daniel. His grandson.”

I shook my head.

“That’s impossible.”

Daniel took a breath.

“He’s alive, Ms. Eleanor. And he asked me to bring you to him.”

For a moment, I couldn’t understand the words.

“Alive?”

Daniel nodded.

I asked where Thomas had been found, how long he’d been missing, whether he’d been imprisoned.

Daniel answered slowly. Thomas had survived an aircraft failure, been captured, and held prisoner until he was released

in 1973 with other American