One of the policemen nodded.
- That’s why we’re here. Your children fear that this meeting can cause you strong emotional experiences.
I looked at Daniel.
He was standing in the hallway, crossing his arms on his chest. There’s no trace of the cheerful man I met this morning.
- Daniel, did you know my husband?
He slowly raised his head.
- Yes, Margaret.
- Where from?
- From the hospital.
As soon as I heard the word, the memories of the night eight years ago flooded into me.
My husband Thomas was sixty-five when he went to the hospital with serious heart problems.
Doctors fought for his life for several days.
Then I was informed that his condition suddenly deteriorated sharply.
I remembered my last visit. Thomas smiled faintly, took my hand and said,
