I waited fifteen minutes.
Then I grabbed my car keys.
When his car stopped outside a hotel in central Sofia, my hands began to shake.
Georgi got out.
He looked around.
Then he took his phone from his pocket.
A few seconds later, a woman appeared at the hotel entrance.
She had long dark hair.
A red coat.kertati
She walked straight toward my husband.
And what Georgi did next left me completely still inside my car.
The woman in the red coat approached him.
She was younger than me.
Not by decades. Perhaps only a few years.
She was in her forties, with long dark hair and a beautiful face.
But it wasn’t her beauty that hurt me.
It was the confidence in the way she walked toward him.
The confidence of someone who knew she was expected.
Georgi smiled.
Not the polite smile he gave strangers.
Not the tired smile he had given me lately.
This was a smile I hadn’t seen in years.
Warm.
Alive.
Hungry.
The woman reached for his hand.
He took it.
Then he pulled her toward him and kissed her.
Not quickly.
Not awkwardly.
Not like a man afraid someone might see him.
