I turned to Paul, my voice tight.
“Why would my husband have another woman’s wedding ring?”
Around us, conversations faded and chairs shifted quietly. People tried not to stare, but they were all listening.
After seventy-two years of marriage, I suddenly wondered if there had been a part of Walter’s life I had never known.
“Paul,” I said firmly, “please explain.”
Paul took a deep breath before speaking.
“It was 1945, near Reims,” he began. “Toward the end of the war.”
He told us about a young woman named Elena who came to the gates every morning searching for her missing husband, Anton.
Walter had helped her write letters and shared his rations while he asked soldiers for news about Anton.
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