Sometimes all it takes is a glance, a scene glimpsed by chance, to believe you understand everything. It’s unsettling, almost bewildering, how much our minds love to fill the gaps with certainties. This story begins like that, with an ordinary evening… and a far too hasty conclusion.
That evening, I was sitting in a restaurant with a hushed atmosphere. Nothing out of the ordinary: soft music, hushed conversations, glasses clinking discreetly. Then my gaze fell on a table in the corner of the room. Camille, my neighbor’s wife, was there. And she wasn’t alone.
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