The heart was beaten so hard that I literally heard his blows.
I continued to read.
Michael admitted that about the twentieth year of our marriage committed an act that could not forgive himself.
And I immediately remembered that period.
I’ve been caring for my sick mother for months and spent almost all week with her. At home appeared rarely, constantly was tired and almost nothing noticed around.
Susan had a difficult period at the time.
Her marriage just broke up, and she came to us a lot. Sometimes I even asked her to look at Michael, make him dinner or just be around so he wouldn’t feel lonely.
And then I saw one sentence in the letter.
And stopped.
I wanted to close the letter.
I wanted to pretend I didn’t read anything.
But I already understood what I will know now.
What I least wanted to know.
Michael and Susan had an affair.
