Today, his children work as nurses, teachers or engineers. Every Saturday, they come back with their own little ones, and the house resonates with laughter and the smell of cooking.
An envelope received thirty years later, and everything became clear
On an ordinary Saturday, a man in a grey suit knocked on his door. Robert's lawyer. He gave her an envelope with her first name, written in the hand of her former fiancé.
Robert explained everything: a serious medical diagnosis received a few days before the wedding, doctors who gave him only a few months. He had left to spare her and the children from grief and medical debt. The treatment worked. Two years later, having returned discreetly, he had seen the children flourishing, heard her call "mommy", and had left without showing up.
