As the courses unfolded, Vidar poured a generous serving of wine, its deep red hues shimmering in the candlelight.
He turned his attention to me, his eyes filled with genuine interest. "Tell me about your childhood with your father. He was known for his kindness and courage, but I am sure you know more about him than anyone else," he encouraged.
A sense of warmth enveloped me, and I began recounting the cherished memories of my father — the man who had been my anchor in the stormy seas of life. Vidar listened attentively, his gaze never wavering as I painted a vivid picture of the days filled with laughter, love, and the comforting presence of my beloved father.
The act of sharing those memories, the only respite from the shadows that had marred my past, felt like a cathartic release.
