“It’s been a while since we last had a meal together.
You haven’t changed—you’re still strong, still beautiful.”
At that moment, Mark finally looked up.
His eyes froze, his glass shaking in his hand, his mouth open but no words came out. His face turned pale. The woman across from him, confused, followed his gaze—and met my calm smile.
Daniel, still relaxed, twirled his wine glass and said:
“Good to see you again, Mark.
Never thought we’d be here in such… circumstances.”
The words cut deeper than any shout.
Mark stammered, “Daniel… you… what are you doing here?”
I answered for him:
