“
And that woman?”
The captain remained silent for a few seconds.
“That woman boarded the ship under a different name. We’re trying to establish her identity.”
I closed my eyes.
Her name was Elizabeth.
Fifty-three years ago, Elizabeth had been my best friend.
We had grown up together. She knew all my secrets.
And she was the one who had introduced me to Robert.
On my wedding day, Elizabeth suddenly disappeared.
Two weeks later, I was informed that she had died in an accident abroad.
I had cried for her for years.
But now she was alive.
And my husband had been secretly meeting her in the middle of the night.
“Please, tell us what you saw in the second recording,” the doctor said.
I could barely whisper.
“Robert knelt down in front of that woman. Then he took a small box out of his pocket and placed a ring
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