I parked a short distance away and checked the dashboard clock: ten fifty-five. I got out of the car, my legs feeling heavy as lead. As I stepped into the shop, the scent of roasted coffee and fresh pastries hit me, a stark contrast to the emotional storm tearing through my chest.
My eyes roamed the dimly lit room until I spotted her sitting in the most private corner. She wasn’t the girl in the photo, but an elegant older woman, with silver hair neatly tied back, sipping a steaming cup of herbal tea. Next to her was Stefano, impeccably dressed in his finest suit, his expression brimming with trepidation and tenderness.
The revelation that changes every perspective
The secret of the wedding ring: a forty-seven-year-long mystery.
When Stefano saw me enter, he immediately stood up and walked briskly toward me. There was no guilt or shame in his gaze, but a pure, almost childlike emotion, and his eyes were shining with emotion.
