I sent Sarah’s picture and I wrote:
βLook, honey, your mom can still have fun!β
Five minutes later, the phone rang.
It was Sarah.
- MOM! WHO IS THIS MAN?!
- Just a new friend, honey.
- What’s his name?
- Daniel.
I heard my daughter shouting something to her brother.
Then her voice trembled.
- Mom, please listen to me! Don’t go anywhere with this man! Close up in your room now!
- Sarah, what’s going on?
- We know him.
My heart is rabid.
- Where from?
The daughter was silent for a few seconds, and then whispered:
Mom, many years ago, this man was connected with Dad. And you have no idea what really happened before your father died.
It was at this point that someone knocked on my door.
I looked in the eye.