I pressed my phone against my chest.
At that moment, a second message arrived.
“Don’t show him the photograph. You have no idea who really sent it.”
When I looked up, I saw that one of the three men was silently crying.
And suddenly, he spoke.
“Mike, I can’t keep quiet anymore. Your wife deserves to know the whole truth.”
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The man who was crying was Ben.
In twelve years, I had never seen him like that.
He had always been a cheerful, easygoing man. Our children even called him Uncle Ben.
But that evening, his face had turned completely white.
Mike laughed.
“What’s wrong, Ben? Have you had too much to drink?”
Ben raised his head.
“No. I’ve been trying to tell the truth for six months. But every time, I’ve been too afraid.”
