He lowered his eyes.
« For many years, my mother only wanted one thing: to see me finally take control of my life again. »
« That still doesn’t explain anything. »
« It’s going to get worse. »
He laughed bitterly.
« Three months ago, while she was undergoing treatment again, she asked me if there was someone in my life. »
I was waiting.
« I said yes. »
I raised my eyebrows.
« Did you lie to your dying mother? »
« Yes. »
« For what? »
« Because she was scared. She kept saying she was going to die without knowing if I had anyone by my side. I wanted to give her something to hold on to. »
I crossed my arms.
« So you invented woman? »
He hesitated.
Then he looked me straight in the eyes.
« I used your name. »
