The day before the wedding, I visited Mariana’s grave to ask for peace. As I placed flowers, a woman appeared nearby. She introduced herself as Isabel, visiting her sister who had died in a car accident the same day as Mariana. Our shared grief created an unexpected bond, and we spoke softly about the people we lost. The moment stayed with me even after I walked away.
After the wedding, fate brought Isabel back into my life—we worked with the same supplier company. We had coffee once, then again. She told me she still cried at night; I confessed my lingering grief. Our conversations grew deeper, and soon I realized I was sharing things with Isabel I never told Laura. Guilt gnawed at me until I finally confessed everything to my wife.
