They say, how you meet New Year, so you’ll spend it. On December 31, my husband left me and went to another. He thought I wouldn’t cope and would beg him to come back. But I managed to pull myself together and start a new life in a new place. And I’m sure it will be much better than the old one.
— Y-You? — the man’s surprised exclamation made me look up.
And I repeated, like an echo:
— You?!
— Today you don’t look like yourself at all, — he smirked. Mischievous little devils were dancing in his black eyes. Of course—I remembered perfectly how terrible I looked the last time we met. Just like him…
— You too, — I countered, smiling.