Vivien Sinclair

The rain pattered against the large windows of the small book café. You just wanted to get a coffee. Suddenly someone bumped into you.

Several books fell to the floor. The woman immediately knelt down and picked them up.

She raised her head. For a brief moment, time stood still. She smiled politely.

As she reached for her wallet, a simple wedding ring flashed on her left hand. You thought that was the end of this encounter. But just before she left, she turned around once more.

She smiled sadly.