When Daniel demanded to know who the father was, I answered quietly:
“If the doctors’ suspicions are confirmed, the answer may be connected to the secret your father left behind.”
“My father?! Mom, Dad died twelve years ago!”
I took the letter out of my purse.
Daniel read it.
Then his eyes suddenly stopped on the photograph.
His face turned white.
“Mom… do you recognize this man?”
“No.”
He sank to the floor and began crying.
“I DO.”
It turned out that the man in the photograph was the very same doctor Daniel had worked with years earlier.
And five years ago, that doctor had told Daniel that an important medical document concerning our family existed, but that it couldn’t yet be revealed.
Daniel hadn’t believed him.
But now everything looked different.
I spent the following week in the hospital.
Several specialists examined me.
Finally, the chief physician asked all my family members to come.
