Just before his death, my father-in-law looked at me with frightened eyes and whispered: “When I’m gone… open the safe, take the documents, and leave my son!!
“He is not who he pretends to be.” Over the last few weeks, my father-in-law had been slipping away. The doctors were honest — there wasn’t much time left. Whenever I visited him, he asked me to lock the door. Only then would his shoulders loosen, as if he could finally breathe. But that day…