I left my wife outside in the freezing cold because my sister yelled, “That woman is using you”; when I opened the balcony door I found a fingerprint, a cigarette butt and an unfinished letter, but what destroyed me the most was knowing who those $8,000 were really for.

tried to save everyone, ended up bearing the biggest wound.

Sometimes tragedy doesn’t begin with a blow. It begins with a suspicion, with a poisonous phrase on the table, or with a question that no one dares to ask.

And when the truth finally comes out, it’s often not enough to repair what was broken.

THE END.