The truth came crashing in days later, when Sabine walked into the little café near town square. She stopped dead in her tracks. There, tucked into a corner booth, sat William—with another woman. They leaned in close, their body language too familiar, too intimate. And then, a kiss. It was brief—perhaps just a peck—but it was enough. Sabine’s heart pounded. She wasn’t sure what she’d seen, but she knew it wasn’t innocent.
She waited a day before telling Mary. Sitting beside her sister’s bed, her voice trembled.
“Mary… I saw something. Something I think you need to know.”
Mary listened, unmoving, her eyes fixed on the window. For a long time, she didn’t speak. Then she simply said, “I already knew. I just didn’t want it to be true.”