"Uncle David!" Luis called out.
"I was such a bad husband, Luis. I never figured out such important details and was always in the dark." David murmured without looking into his eyes.
Luis sighed and said, "Uncle David, you shouldn't blame yourself. I don't know how you and Aunt Maria were with each other. But from what I have known and observed from your character, I can be certain that you were a loving and responsible husband to her."
"Luis...?" David's eyes trembled as he looked up.
Luis could see that his words had little effect on David, so he continued. "Do you think all those memories you made with her were fake?"
When Luis asked this question, David thought back to his years with Maria. Her smile, her anger, all the emotions she showed. He knew that none of them were fake. But still.
"Why didn't she ever tell me about her past?"
