The moment those words left Ivan's mouth, Suzanne stood frozen like a statue.I had kept that bottle of wine for 28 years and had never let anyone touch it. She knew better than anyone what it meant.Ivan looked at her and said slowly, "If one realizes that they've entrusted their most precious thing to the wrong person once, they won't repeat that mistake a second time."With that, he turned and walked back into my home, cutting off her chance to beg to see me.That evening, Finley went to see Suzanne again.He brought medicine and food while still wearing that gentle, considerate, understanding expression. In a tender voice, he asked if she was still upset over what had happened with me.If he'd done this in the past, Suzanne wouldn't have thought he was being thoughtful.But now, the moment he appeared, he reminded her of the wine she had drunk that day, the visit to the Shrine of Aphrodite later that night, and the loss of boundaries that had occurred in that room.Noticing
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