No Room for Love or Hate
Language: en
Sent to prison by my husband for two years, I changed my name and moved abroad upon release. Seven years later, we met again at my brother’s tombstone. Our eyes met. He paused, his hand still on the polished stone. A complex mix of emotions flashed in his eyes: shock, wild joy, guilt… “Hanna, I’ve looked for you for years. I thought you… were gone too.” “Where have you been all these years? Why didn’t you ever contact me?” Seeing my silence, he quickly dabbed at the corner of his eye. “You’re deliberately avoiding me, still resentful about what happened back then, aren't you? I had my…