After her mother’s death, she supported her father through all his trials.
She prepared meals, took care of administrative formalities, and stayed with him while I finished my university studies.
Then she gradually disappeared from our lives, saying it was too painful to come home.
I had always believed in her.
I called Rachel.
“Do you remember meeting my aunt Sabrina?”
“Once, at your graduation party.”
“Did you tell him about Graham?”
Rachel remained silent.
“Yes. She found me crying in the bathroom. I told her everything.”
The final piece has fallen into place.
