“Mom, please listen to me. Don’t go anywhere with that man. Lock yourself in your room right now!”
“Sarah, what’s going on?”
“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.
