Once we were foolish and in love. We dreamed of a family and children. We promised eternal love, but we didn’t manage. I packed his things and put them out the door. He—without saying a word—got into a taxi and disappeared. Since then, eight long years have passed, and neither of us has dared to look at the other.
I thought I had forgotten him—that everything was long in the past—until he appeared on the threshold of my home, demanding that I play the role of his wife in public, and I realized that my heart still tightens with pain at just one look at him…