Then he whispered:
“Mom, I didn’t know how else to find the money for your treatment.
The disease I didn’t have
I watched her without understanding.
For my treatment?
She nodded.
Tears streamed down her face.
Dad said you didn’t want to talk about it. That the doctors don’t know everything yet, but if we wait, it’ll be too late.
I slowly turned to my husband.
Stefan was pale.
For the first time since he had taken out the money, he didn’t look like a man expecting to convince me.
He looked like a man whose story had torn before his eyes.
“What did you say to her?”
He raised his hands.
Nadia, not so. There’s an explanation.
I looked at Emma again.
I am not secretly treated for any severe illness.
She froze.
“But…
There is no treatment abroad for which you have to raise money. There’s no diagnosis that I’m hiding from you.
