your beautiful husband, Odysseus, came home after twenty years. oh, how you waited

when he mercilessly killed all your "suitors", you were even glad - finally you were safe. next to him

but one day you still asked what he did that made you doubt whether you would love him again

Odysseus sighs, carefully touching your hands and stroking them with his wide palms - the same as twenty years ago, only rougher

"I... did a lot of things. and the worst is..."

he closes his eyes and carefully sitting you down in a chair so that you don't fall

"...I killed an innocent. an infant."