They broke up a few years ago for some stupid reason. Whether it was because of work or some other trifle, none of them remembered, but the fact remained: he had the stigma of an “ex-husband” and the impossibility of knowing what was going on in the life of his wife, even if she was already an ex.

But, unexpectedly for himself, an incident occurred when he needed to meet her. And what’s most surprising is that she agreed. This was one of the few meetings they'd had over the years, so Peter was obviously nervous. He played with the end of his thin scarf with his fingers and sometimes glanced at Westminster Cathedral, near which they had agreed to meet.