he time I finished reading, Carolina’s facade had shattered. She screamed accusations, called us liars — but the truth was immovable. Within a week, she was gone. Within a month, investigators uncovered theft from my father’s accounts — and that she’d canceled the medical appointment that might have saved him.
I moved into the house — my house — and began again. My mother and I grew close, bound by the secret they’d kept for me. My father’s safe became the heart of my desk, his letters a daily reminder of how fiercely I was loved.
But every time I unlock my front door, I think of my father — the man who planned, protected, and stood beside my mother long after their marriage ended.Continue reading…
