2 septembre 2026

The cabin suddenly felt too small.

« My name is Claire. »

« I’m Emma. »

She nodded.

« I’m sorry. »

« So am I. »

For several long minutes we sat in silence.

Finally she asked the question neither of us wanted to hear.

« What’s your husband’s name? »

I hesitated.

Every instinct told me not to answer.

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