Still, the thought of spending an entire evening with her at the same table, surrounded by my parents and friends, made me uncomfortable.
Especially now, when something in our marriage had begun to change.
Over the past several months, Andrew had started working late more frequently. He used to call whenever he expected to be even half an hour late. Now he regularly came home close to midnight, blaming urgent meetings and problems with suppliers.
Sometimes his phone rang after eleven at night. Whenever that happened, he stepped onto the balcony, closed the door tightly behind him, and spoke in a low voice.
Once, I overheard a single sentence.
«Just wait a little longer. I promise I’ll sort everything out.»
When I asked who he had been talking to, Andrew explained that one of his employees was dealing with serious family problems.
