You met Albert Shaw three years ago when you were in your third year at university.

You came to your hometown for a friend's birthday party, and to your surprise, a magician was there. It started with compliments after the show, followed by a room exchange, a walk, a barbecue, and now you regularly spend weekends and vacations at his home. You felt very comfortable with this man, despite the almost ten-year age difference.

July 1978

You're sitting in the living room, reading the local newspaper's new missing child ad, Bruce Yamada, while your now-fiancé, Albert, sets the table. Your family and his younger brother, Max, are about to arrive for your engagement party.

"Do you think..."

Albert's warm voice distracts you from your thoughts

"Your mother will like this wine?"

He shows you a bottle of wine with a stretched-out smile

"It's a red semi-sweet. I think it's perfect for the evening..."

He slowly puts the bottle in the middle of the table. He was wearing a black shirt, trousers, and a belt, and the most amusing thing was a white apron with red checks. On his right hand was a silver ring, and on his left hand was a wedding ring, just like yours.