However, just hours before his scheduled visit, a call from a friend leads her to a nearby cemetery. There, she is horrified to find a photograph of Colin on another man’s grave. Is Colin truly who he says he is?
Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the pristine furniture as Margaret tidied the house.
She always kept her home immaculate, a reflection of her disciplined and structured life. Every corner was spotless, every item precisely in place. Cleaning was both a comforting ritual and a necessity for her—a way to fill the void in her life.
Throughout her life, Margaret had focused on work and establishing her independence. At nineteen, she was already living alone, juggling two jobs as a cook to pay for her education.
By twenty-five, she was building a career as a restaurant manager, saving for her own establishment. Her hard work eventually paid off, and by forty-five, Margaret had everything—a thriving restaurant, a beautiful home, and a nice car.
Yet, despite all her accomplishments, personal happiness had slipped through her fingers. She always believed that after setting up her life, family would naturally follow. But by the time she realized she wanted and needed one, it felt too late.
Margaret had little experience with men and even less with forming a family. At work, men were often intimidated by her position and success.
She was respected but also seen as somewhat unapproachable. Finding a partner at forty-five proved to be far more difficult than she had imagined.
As Margaret continued cleaning, her phone suddenly chimed with a notification. She paused, her heart skipping a beat, and quickly pulled out her phone. A smile crossed her face as she saw it was a message from Colin.
She had recently met Colin online, and their connection had grown quickly. Colin seemed to understand Margaret; they discussed books, movies, food, and their views on life.
They shared so much in common, but there was one issue. Colin lived in another city, and they hadn’t yet met in person.
Margaret had been hesitant to suggest meeting because she had lied about her age. She told Colin she was thirty, worried he might turn her down if he knew the truth.
She never anticipated that their relationship would progress this far, but now she was ready to meet him in person. She typed a message: “Colin, we’ve been chatting for over a month now, and I’d love to meet you.”
Margaret felt nervous, almost like a teenager awaiting his response. She kept checking her phone over and over, feeling frustrated and setting it face down.
Finally, the reply came, “That sounds great, Margaret. I’d really like to meet you too, but I have nowhere to stay in the city. I’m not fond of staying in hotels.”
Without thinking, Margaret replied instantly, “No problem, you can stay with me!”
Realizing her offer might be interpreted as an intimate invitation, she started typing to clarify that wasn’t her intent. But Colin quickly responded, “Great, I’ll arrive tomorrow evening. I can’t wait to see you!”
Everything was set; she would finally meet Colin tomorrow. Margaret was overwhelmed with emotions—excited but also afraid.
She had lied about her age, and she feared that when he discovered she was significantly older, he might walk away.
She paced around the living room, thoughts racing. She envisioned their first meeting, worrying about his reaction. But it was too late to turn back now; she had to go through with it.
The next day, Margaret was a whirlwind of activity, preparing for Colin’s arrival. She meticulously cleaned the house, ensuring everything was spotless.
She decorated the kitchen with fresh flowers and set the table with her finest dishes. The aroma of a delicious dinner filled the air as she prepared Colin’s favorite meals, ready to warm up when he arrived.
Everything was set. As the evening drew near, Margaret’s excitement and nerves intensified. She was about to sit and take a breath when her phone rang. Seeing it was her coworker, Alice, she answered quickly.
“Margaret, hi. I hope I’m not interrupting, but I have an urgent request,” Alice said, her voice tense.
“I’m listening, Alice. Did something happen at the funeral? Maybe I can help?” Margaret asked, recalling Alice had taken the day off for a funeral.
“I feel embarrassed asking, but my car got stuck nearby,” Alice explained, sounding apologetic.
“Of course, I’ll come right over! Be there in ten!” Margaret responded without hesitation.
Margaret wanted to support Alice, knowing if Alice had called her, it wasn’t just about the car. Most likely, she was struggling with the grief of losing her husband, Nathan. So Margaret grabbed her keys and hurried out the door.
As she drove, Margaret thought about Alice and the weight of her recent loss. She hoped that being there for Alice would offer some comfort.
Despite her own anxiety about meeting Colin, Margaret felt a strong duty to support her friend in her time of need.
Arriving at the scene, Margaret found Alice standing beside her car, looking helpless and distressed. Without hesitation, she got to work, attaching Alice’s car to her own with a tow rope and quickly pulling it out of the ditch.
The task went surprisingly smoothly, almost as if Alice could have managed on her own. Margaret brushed off her hands and turned to Alice.
“All set,” Margaret said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.
“Thank you so much, Margaret,” Alice replied, voice trembling. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
As they stood by the side of the road, Alice broke down, unable to hold back her emotions any longer. Margaret embraced her in a supportive hug.
“It’s just so hard,” Alice cried. “Since Nathan died, everything feels overwhelming. I thought I could handle today, but I can’t.”
Margaret’s heart ached for her friend. She knew how deeply Alice loved Nathan and how painful the past few months had been. “I’m so sorry, Alice. It’s okay to feel this way. You’re not alone.”
Alice wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. “Would you walk with me back to his grave? I can’t face it alone. The other guests have left, and I dread going home to an empty house.”
“Of course,” Margaret said gently. “I’ll be right by your side.”
They walked together through the cemetery, the air heavy with the scent of flowers and freshly disturbed earth.
Margaret held Alice’s arm in support as they moved through the rows of headstones.
As Margaret glanced around, her gaze landed on a photo on one of the nearby graves. Her breath caught as she recognized the face. It was a picture of Colin.
She could hardly believe it. She moved closer, her heart racing, and compared it to the image she’d seen on Colin’s online profile. It was unmistakably the same person.
In that moment, fear and confusion overwhelmed her. What could this mean? Who had she been communicating with all this time? She felt a chill sweep over her.
Margaret took out her phone with shaky hands and sent Colin a message, “Hi, are we still on for tonight?”
The reply was almost immediate, “Yes, of course, see you at eight!”
Margaret didn’t know what to think. She was scared, her mind swirling with questions and doubts, but she knew she had to find out the truth.
There had to be some logical explanation. Perhaps it was a coincidence, or maybe there was more to the story than she could see.
Turning to Alice, she gave one last reassuring squeeze. “Alice, I need to go. But call me if you need anything. I’m here for you.”
“Thank you, Margaret,” Alice replied, her voice frail yet grateful. “You’ve done so much for me today.”
Margaret said her goodbyes and drove home, her thoughts racing. She needed to remain calm and prepared for Colin’s arrival, no matter what unfolded.
The table was set, flowers arranged, and dinner prepared. Standing by the door, her mind was flooded with thoughts and emotions, especially the mysterious photo at the cemetery.
Peeking out the window, her heart pounded as a car parked near the house. A man stepped out, holding a bouquet of flowers.
But as Margaret saw his face, shock washed over her. He didn’t look like the man in the photos at all. Panic surged, and she hid behind the door, uncertain of her next move.
Colin approached the door and rang the bell. Margaret remained silent, her mind a storm of fear and confusion. The bell rang again, but she stayed still. Finally, Colin’s voice broke the silence, gentle and apologetic.
“I know you’re in there, Margaret. I understand why you’re not answering. I don’t look like the man in the photos. I’m really sorry.”
Her heart thudded. She hesitated, but then she heard Colin place the bouquet at the door. “I’ll leave these and go,” he said. “I’m sorry for the deception. I just wanted to meet you so badly.”
As he turned to leave, Margaret couldn’t hold back any longer. She opened the door, her voice shaky. “Wait.”
Colin turned, eyes meeting hers with relief. “Margaret, I’m so sorry. I can explain.”
They stepped inside, tension thick between them. Margaret steadied herself. “Why did you lie about your appearance, Colin?”
Looking down, Colin’s face reflected regret.
“It’s hard for me to meet people. I have little experience with relationships. Out of anxiety, I used a photo of someone attractive because I thought no one would be interested in the real me. I wanted to tell you,
but I was scared you’d stop talking to me.”
Margaret listened, her heart softening. She could see his sincerity. “It’s not your appearance that matters, Colin. It’s that you didn’t lie about who you are inside.”
Margaret gasped, feeling her own guilt. “I lied too. I said I was thirty, but I’m forty-five. I was worried you wouldn’t want someone my age…”
Colin stepped closer, looking into her eyes. “Age doesn’t matter to me, Margaret. You’re beautiful, and I’ve cherished every conversation. I’m just happy we’re finally meeting.”
A smile crossed Margaret’s face. “Funny, isn’t it? We both pretended out of fear.”
Colin chuckled, nodding. “Yes, maybe it shows we have more in common than we thought.”
Margaret felt a wave of relief. “Would you like to come in? Let’s have dinner and start fresh—no lies this time.”
Colin smiled warmly. “I’d like that very much.”
They walked inside, leaving the flowers on the doorstep as a reminder of their new beginning. As they enjoyed dinner, laughter filled the room, and they shared their true selves.
Fear and doubt faded, replaced by connection and understanding. They both knew a family couldn’t be built on lies, and this honest beginning was the first step toward something real and lasting.
