Anubis

One peaceful evening at the ranch, I snapped a picture of the sunset and sent it to my husband. His reply surprised me: “Look closer. Zoom in on the fence.” Confused, I zoomed in and saw two initials carved into the wood, my initials and my ex-boyfriend’s, from years ago. It was a spot we used to visit together, a memory I’d forgotten—until now. I tried to explain, but to my husband, it wasn’t just a memory; it was a sign I’d returned to a place that once held meaning for someone else.