I was a widow and I didn’t allow any man to touch me for six years — until, during a vacation, I met a stranger who surrounded me with his arms... and on my last night, he told me why he had really approached mikara

With love always,
Michael.

I pressed the letter against my chest and cried louder than I had cried in years.

It was not the violent pain that had followed Michael’s death.

This was different.

It felt like something I had kept locked inside me had finally opened.

Daniel didn't touch me.

He just waited.

After several minutes, I walked towards him.

Did you know what the letter said?

"No.

He never told you?

“Never.

I looked at my wedding ring.

For six years, taking it from me had seemed impossible.

That night, under the moonlight, I turned it slowly and pulled it out of my finger.

I didn't throw him into the sea.

I didn't give it to anyone.

I carefully put it in my bag.

Daniel watched without saying anything.

Then I looked at it.

I'm still mad at you.

“You should be.

You manipulated the situation.