“Tomorrow I will marry Laura, the woman who patiently waited for me for three years. Everything is ready; both our families have carefully prepared the wedding. But deep in my heart, there is still an indelible shadow: the memory of Mariana, my first wife, who died in a car accident four years ago.”
That day remains etched in my memory like a scar. Mariana left early for the market to prepare the meal for the anniversary of my father’s death.
And then, that call shattered my life:
“Your wife was in an ac:cident… We did everything we could, but she didn’t survive.”
