— She was my mother. My hands began to tremble.
— What did you say?..
— I am her son. She gave birth to me when she was twenty.
Her first husband was my father. After the divorce, I stayed with him.
She left and started a new life… with you.
She rarely spoke about me. She wanted me to be happy and not feel like “unwanted baggage.”
I fell to my knees. I thought I knew my wife.
I thought I knew everything.
But it turned out I didn’t know the most important thing. — Why didn’t you come sooner?..
— I whispered. — I came.
Only when you weren’t there.
I didn’t want to disturb. I just wanted to be with her too. I wanted her to know — I forgave her everything.
And then we sat side by side by her grave.
Two men, connected by one woman. One knew her as a wife, the other as a mother.
We were silent. It hurt both of us.
The woman we loved had lied her whole life.
And now, how do you live after that?
