“We know him.”
My heart started pounding.
“From where?”
My daughter fell silent for several seconds before whispering:
“Mom, that man was connected to Dad years ago. And you have no idea what really happened before Dad died.”
At that exact moment, someone knocked on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
Two police officers were standing outside.
And behind them stood Daniel.
The smile had completely disappeared from his face.
When I opened the door, one of the officers asked:
“Mrs. Margaret, do you know this man?”
“Yes… What’s happened?”
The officer looked at Daniel, then back at me.
“Your children have raised a serious concern. We need to discuss something that happened eight years ago.”
I grabbed the doorframe to steady myself.
Daniel lowered his head.
And at that moment, I realized that by sending that photograph, I had unknowingly uncovered a secret my children had been hiding from me for years.
