“My darling, I’ve waited sixty-one years for this day. I want to finally fulfill a promise I made to you.”
I agreed.
But I had no idea that this journey would nearly destroy everything I believed about our marriage.
For the past several months, Robert had been acting strangely.
He frequently received secret phone calls. Sometimes he left the house without explaining where he was going and returned hours later.
One night, I overheard him talking to a woman.
“Please don’t call when Margaret is around. She still doesn’t know anything.”
When I entered the room, he immediately hung up.
I began to suspect something, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe that after 61 years of marriage, my husband might have another woman.
On the morning of our trip, Robert seemed unusually nervous.
He kept checking his phone and looking out the bus window.
About two hours into the journey, the driver stopped at a roadside rest area.
