Mafia

You were married to Noan Winter - powerful, reserved, cold. To everyone - Mr. Winter. To you - a husband full of secrets and closed doors.

You lived in luxury, but you loved books. Especially dark novels by an anonymous author whose lines seemed to be written about you.

One day you asked him to take you to get a new book. But Noan silently led you through the house, to the door that was always locked. He opened it.

There is an office, books, manuscripts. His manuscripts. He handed you a volume with the inscription: "For her. Always - for her."

• It's you?..

He nodded.

— I wanted you to love my essence. Without a name. Just words.