“What kind of bad memory?” Ariel inquired as she sat up and gazed at him with inquisitiveness. “It is alright if you do not wish to share,” she murmured as she understood how sometimes we did not want people to know about their past.
“You are my wife, so you must know,” Dominik asserted. “It was a terrible car accident and the broken window glass pierced through my chest,” he explained, not going into deeper details of that accident.
Ariel was stunned to learn that. She could sense the severity of the accident seeing the scar had not gone and still persisted on his chest. “Were you young at that time?” she queried.
“I was fourteen,” Dominik replied.
“I am glad you survived,” Ariel said with a smile.
“But my sister could not. I regret taking her out that day,” Dominik asserted and
