I WENT TO HELP MY FRIEND CLEAN UP AT THE CEMETERY AND FOUND A PHOTO OF MY ONLINE BOYFRIEND ON A GRAVE

At 45, I had focused so much on my career that love passed me by. In desperation, I joined a dating site and met Colin—charming, confident, and everything I’d ever wanted. We hit it off instantly, and I invited him to my home. But that same day, my colleague Julia needed help with her car after her husband’s funeral. We walked through the cemetery, and my heart stopped.

There, on a headstone, was a photo of a man I knew all too well—Colin. The same man I’d been talking to for weeks. The name on the grave read Colin Hayes.

I turned to Julia, trembling. “Who is this?”

She blinked in confusion. “That’s my husband. He passed away two months ago.”

I was paralyzed. The man I’d been talking to—he was dead. So who had I really been speaking to?