At the age of sixty-two, I spent the night with a man twenty-eight years younger than me. I did it because I was tired of being invisible and because, for once, I wanted to feel passion. But when I woke up alone in the hotel room the next morning, I discovered something scary...
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I never imagined that anything like this could happen to me at the age of sixty-two.
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By that age, my life had become quiet.
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Too quiet.
My husband, Richard, had died eight years ago. My children were already adults and had their own families, homes and problems.
They loved me. I never doubted that.
But love at a distance could not fill the silence inside my house.
She lived alone in a small house near the outskirts of town. Almost all my days were exactly the same: tea in the morning, some housework, a short walk and then long afternoons sitting by the window, listening to the birds and watching the sunlight slowly disappear.
