"Ah... Honey, you're just too tired, and you've been working nonstop," Betty finally let out, her voice a mix of frustration and understanding.
"Tomorrow's June 14th, our anniversary... silly..."
At that moment, I was on the phone, unable to check the calendar.
I scanned the room and finally spotted a digital clock near the hotel door.
It took me a moment, but then it hit me—yes, tomorrow was indeed our wedding anniversary.
How had I forgotten such a crucial date?
The joy of returning from a business trip had overshadowed it, and the recent sorrows had made me forget.
Now, amidst this complexity, I remembered—the most important day for Betty and me, our wedding anniversary.
"Yes... our anniversary..." I murmured into the phone, my voice devoid of joy, replaced by a complex swirl of emotions.
Could our marriage, which began on an anniversary, end on one too?
What a coincidence in timing.
Could we even celebrate another anniversary together?