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

I stared at it.

What?

Daniel took a deep breath.

“The truth is, I didn’t meet you by chance. 😳

My heart began to beat strongly.

Then he put something in my hand and said,

“I approached you because six years ago, your husband...

Daniel stopped.

For a terrible second, all I could hear was the ocean behind us.

“My husband what?” I whispered.

Daniel opened his hand.

On his palm was a small white envelope, slightly yellowish on the edges.

My name was written on the front.

Claire.

I knew that letter.

My knees almost gave way.

That's Michael's lyrics.

Daniel nodded.

I stared at it.

“How do you have this?”

Michael gave it to me.

I stepped back.

"No.

—Claire...

"No. Michael died six years ago. You said you didn't know him.

I never said that.

You let me believe it!

My voice broke over the empty beach.