“Everyone called me crazy for marrying a 60-year-old woman,” but on our wedding night I saw a mark on her shoulder, I heard “I have to tell you the truth” and I understood that my whole life had been a lie

I felt a chill.

Celia slowly removed her shawl. And when my gaze fell on her left shoulder, I froze.

It had a dark, round moon with an irregular edge.

The same.

In the same place.

The same mark that my mother had always had on her collarbone.

I raised my hand, trembling.

—That mark… why do you have it?

Celia closed her eyes and took a step back.

The air grew heavy. The room stopped feeling like a suite and began to feel like a trap.