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After my wife, Alina, died in a car crash, I was hit with a charge from our joint bank account for a car rental. The clerk at the rental agency confirmed she had been there, with a man who called her “Birdie.” This didn’t add up—Alina had died in the crash, and I had identified her body. But the more I dug into the mystery, the more I realized something was terribly wrong. I found footage of Alina leaving our home the night before the accident, carrying a duffel bag and meeting someone at the end of the street. She never came back. It was a revelation that left me shaken and questioning everything.
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