Then Carol's fingers had tightened around hers.
* "Promise me something. Find Anna. »*
This name had arisen like a ghost. Anna. Her first love, met on the benches of the university in the 80s. The woman to whom he had proposed marriage. The one that had declined — at least that's what he had always thought.
Seventy-two hours later, Carol left him for good. Walter was left alone, carrying this promise like a burden.
A trace found after four decades of silence
The weeks following the mourning had something unreal. The house seemed suspended, frozen in time. Carol's glasses on the chair. His crossword puzzle abandoned on the kitchen table. And this formula that came back in a loop in his head: "Forgive me. »*
Forgive me... But why exactly?
Walter had begun his research. Former comrades contacted, phone calls, repeated deadlocks. Then Diane, an old friend of Anna's, had hung up her boots first... before calling back a week later with information. A sister. A married woman's name. A city four hours away by car.
That Saturday, Walter had headed to Pittsburgh, Carol's wedding ring slipped into his pocket.
