When Carol, his wife of almost forty years, whispers a last proposal to him in this lavender-scented hospital room, Walter does not yet measure the weight of what he accepts. Reuniting with Anna, his great love from college, seemed like a gesture of peace. It was in fact the entrance to a labyrinth of secrets carefully concealed for decades.
A whispered promise at the gates of farewell
In this room, bathed in the smell of lavender — the perfume Carol loved — Walter gently squeezed her hand. The images popped up one by one: the swing on the terrace, the Sunday cinnamon pancakes, their daughter Rebecca and her famous green eyes that fascinated all of Millfield.
