why I turned your routine into our little night tradition.
In my glass there was only my fruit juice bitter favorite.
I was taking it with you so you never felt like you were doing something alone.
Forgive me for having insisted so much on maintaining our little habit.
Maybe one day you’d understand why it meant so much to me.
I just wanted you to enjoy a long, quiet life.”
I held the letter in my hands for a moment.
For thirty-five years he had thought that Victor simply
