— “He’s gone. But not in the way you think.”
The mother’s heart was beating faster and faster.
— “Stop talking in riddles. Tell me clearly what’s going on.”
The woman nodded slightly.
Then she took a folder out of her bag.
A thick file.
— “First of all… You must know one thing. I’m not his mistress.”
The world seemed to stop.
“What…?”
“I never was.”
A heavy silence fell between them.
The children watched, without understanding.
— “So… all that… What was it?”
The woman slowly approached and placed the file on an empty table.
— “A staging.”
A shock.
— “Are you kidding me?!”
Anger rose suddenly. Brutal. Legitimate.
— “Do you think it’s funny?! Do you know what I’ve been through in the last three days?!”
