I spent the night with a guy 30 years younger than me, and the next morning, when I woke up in my hotel room, I discovered something terrible
I never thought something like this could happen to me at sixty-two.
That year, my life was quiet and monotonous.
My husband had d:ied long ago, my children were grown, each with their own family and their own concerns.
I lived alone in a small house outside the city. The days passed peacefully: after lunch, I sat by the window, listening to the birds, watching the sun slowly set over the empty street.
From the outside, everything looked peaceful, but inside, a loneliness had long since settled, which I tried not to think about.
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