Months passed. I had stopped thinking about him, when one evening there was a knock at the door. On the doorstep was a man in a wheelchair. It was him.

It turned out he had had an accident. His mistress had left him, just as he once left me. He begged to be forgiven and accepted back. His voice trembled, his eyes were full of pain and despair.

And I stood there, looking at him. My heart was quiet and calm. I didn’t know what to say.

For it is true what they say: life is a boomerang.