You always have to pay for mistakes. Especially if you made them “from the heart”—with passion. He didn’t forgive me, but he let me go. And now ahead: a new city, new acquaintances, work. A daughter. But once I had to come back. He’s different, and I’m different. Between us is a wall, where each brick is made of unspoken words and lies—yours and mine. Will we have the strength to forgive each other?