On my first day at work, I noticed a photo of my husband on a coworker’s desk. I stayed calm… and then I asked.

Valeria had died in an accident, and that the photograph from the Valle de Bravo trip was the last memory he had of his “late wife.” He had then given Fernanda a copy, telling her the place symbolized a new beginning.

Fernanda began to cry.

— I would never have been with a married man. I swear.

— I believe you.

— Why didn’t you say anything on the first continue reading …