He kept silent for a long time and then said:
When I was 10 years old, my father died in an accident. The police suspected my mother caused it, but there was not enough evidence.
She lost all faith, and since then I have stayed by her side.
“Anyone who approached me – friends, girlfriends – disappeared.”
It attracted me.
Do you think your mother is hiding something?
He agreed:
“I always felt… that my father’s death was not an accident.”
One night I decided to express it.
When Etha left, I looked for Margaret in the studio.
—You already have to control it —I said with a trembling voice.
“You saved him from the world, but you also killed him with fear.”
You don’t understand. The world took everything from me. I only kept what I had left!
—But you’re killing your son —I replied.
She approached me with a cold voice:
If you truly love him, then leave him. Because one day, you too will disappear, like his father, like all the others.
The following morning, Etha and I got ready to leave the house.
But as I left, the maid handed me an envelope.
Inside was a letter, with handwriting that seemed familiar:
Claire, please forgive me.
