She sees him and can't believe it... After ten years of longing, after she thought she forgot about him and got over him, after she allowed herself to be with someone else , now he is standing here in front of her...?In one moment she forgot who she was. She forgot her values, the morals she was raised on and who and what she is. Their love exploded, erupted and sucked everything until they ran out of air and collapsed.One is her present, her best friend and lover and the other is her past, her childhood and innocence that she can't forget. Will she be able to choose? This is a heartbreaking story that puts the reader in front of an impossible dilemma...from the She swallowed all the wine left in her glass at once, got up, and started walking without waiting for him. Shahar quickly asked for the bill, paid, and ran after her. She raved all the way home. She wouldn't let him talk to her or touch her. She wouldn't listen and wouldn't answer. The second they opened the door, she took off her sandals, threw her bag in the middle of the living room, and collapsed into her blue armchair, which, once again, contained her sorrow. Shahar brought a cold drink from the fridge to calm the madness a little, handed her a glass full of cold water, and tried to convince her to drink some, relax, and talk quietly with him. In response, she threw the glass, which smashed against the wall of the fireplace and started to run amok again in the living room and scream at him. She accused him of exploitation and malice, she slapped him for being emotionally disabled and defective, she told him it wasn't her fault that his mother had screwed him for life and a person like him had no hope. She mocked his decision not to have children and said that he was sparing humanity more jerks like him. It was impossible to stop her.Shahar accepted all her accusations with understanding and patience. There was no choice but to absorb it with dignity. "You're barefoot. Don't move. Wait here, I'll go get a broom," he tried to reason with her. But she was just starting to warm up."You won't tell me to stop!! You won't tell me not to move, and you won't tell me what to do! What a fool I am, I can't believe it. I'll follow you to the end of the world, and you just played with me? I told you that without you, I can't breathe. What do you expect? What will I do now? Will I go back home to Tel Aviv, to my old apartment with my unwanted husband and my screwed-up previous life? Does that make sense to you?"Shahar still ignored her harsh words. He roared at her, "Sha, sit down. You're barefoot. Don't move! It's all glass!!"But she couldn't stop. She didn't feel her bleeding feet at all, she screamed and cried and finally collapsed on the carpet in front of Shahar, who stood in front of her helpless, his heart full of sorrow and pity for the woman he loved, who was now broken and crushed, just like the glass on the floor. In the end, he approached her, picked her up in his hands, and went up to the bathroom with her to take care of her physical and mental wounds. He sat her on the counter next to the sink and washed her feet as she cried and wailed in pain. After that, he sat on the toilet with her legs on his lap and gently removed the small fragments with tweezers, saying words to calm her body and mind and finally, he dressed the wounds, put socks on her feet, laid her in bed, and lay down facing her.