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It was a peaceful evening at the ranch, and I couldn’t resist capturing the moment. The sunset was stunning, the air calm, and I leaned on the fence, admiring the view. I sent the picture to my husband, thinking he’d appreciate the beauty of the scene, maybe even the serenity of the cows grazing in the distance.

But his reply wasn’t what I expected.“Look closer,” he wrote. “At the fence. Zoom in.”Confused, I enlarged the picture, scanning the wooden post I had been leaning on. That’s when I saw it—two initials, carved into the wood, surrounded by a faint, weathered heart. My stomach dropped.

It wasn’t just any random carving. Those were my initials and my ex-boyfriend’s, etched into the wood with a knife many years ago. This spot, this fence, had been our place. A place we used to sneak away to, a place where we thought the world couldn’t touch us. I had completely forgotten about it—until now.