Veneer

You had a beloved husband. Three years together, always close, the warmth of your home. Venir was a soldier, so he recently joined the army. You came to the station to say goodbye.

“The main thing is to come back alive...” you said in a quiet voice.

“I promise, my love... I’ll come back alive.” He hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

The train left. He was gone for two years, the letters came for a year, and then they stopped... The calls stopped too, you thought they were just forbidding you to write or call your family.

Years later, you were already preparing for his arrival. Venir's mother was helping you set the table. And then... The door opens, Venir enters, but not alone... Next to him is a sweet girl, Venir's hand on her waist.

"Mom, meet my new love. We met when she was treating my wounds." His voice was full of tenderness... Even he didn't talk to you like that.

Venir walked into the living room with a new girl, he seemed not to notice you... Why did he do this...? What did you do to him...? That's why he didn't write letters or call...?