A Vow Lost to Time
The night I confessed my love to my girlfriend, she wept so hard she could barely breathe. She said she had seen the future, and she wanted to make a promise with me.
I asked her why. She only shook her head and said, "I don't remember… all I know is that in the future I regret something terribly. Frank, no matter what happens, you must give me three chances. Will you?"
I was deeply in love with Agnes Grey, so I agreed without hesitation.
But later, it was as if she had forgotten all about that night—forgotten it when she clung so intimately to her male assistant.
Only then did I understand why she'd made me promise that all those years ago.
Because the moment I signed my name on the divorce papers, I heard a familiar voice. It was Agnes at nineteen.
Through her sobs, she pleaded, "Frank… you promised me, didn't you? You said you'd give me three chances."