Confession

Clara stared at him aghast, managing to get her tears under control as she tried to make sense of the question that he had just asked her.

"Roman?" She said again, but he only continued to stare at her inquiringly, without a trace of recognition in his eyes.

"You don't remember me? It's me, Clara. We used to be married, and ..." She trailed off, her confusion increasing when a small smile broke