A year and a half ago, my husband went missing. We were immensely happy, but time passes and it becomes more and more difficult to live with memories. Friends say there is no point in hoping for a miracle - you need to seize the moment, think about the future, guess the hints of fate. And I... I’m stupid, there’s no other way to say it. I love you. I believe. I'm waiting.

A big story, a New Year's tale.