Victor, meanwhile, was still the same attentive man as always.
When I had a difficult day, I helped.
When I was tired, I was preparing dinner.
When Emily needed something, she was always available to her.
That is why I found it even more curious that I kept that little tradition a secret.
A few weeks later, I left the glass aside again.
The next morning, Victor looked at me and asked:
You didn’t finish your glass yesterday.
How do you know?
He smiled.
“We’ve been sitting together for thirty-five years at this hour.
That response further increased my curiosity.
Since then I began to think frequently about the history of that bottle.
Until our thirty-fifth wedding anniversary arrived.
