The Secret of the Wedding Ring: The Ghost of an Unknown Past
We had reached the threshold of seventy-four for him and seventy-one for me. We had shared forty-seven years of life together, raised two wonderful children, Matteo and Sofia, and witnessed the birth of four grandchildren who enlivened our weekends. We had built a life together brick by brick, accumulating thousands of memories, photographs, and sacrifices.
And now, without warning, the man of my life left our vows ring on the table and ordered me to go meet another woman.
I tried dialing his cell phone number, ignoring his warning, but the metallic voice of the answering machine confirmed that the device was inexorably off. It was then that I noticed an unusual detail: the top drawer of the cupboard, where we always kept bills and important documents, had been left slightly ajar. Stefano was a man of extreme, almost obsessive, order; he would never leave a drawer open.
