She told them everything: the insults, the secret phone conversation, the mysterious vehicle in the
middle of the night, and the black ribbon that had appeared the next morning.
When the police arrived at Daniel’s home, the boy calmly handed them an address.
“My father is there.”
It was the address of a specialized rehabilitation center.
And that was where the truth was finally revealed.
Robert was alive.
For the past eight months, Daniel had secretly worked at a car wash after school and at a restaurant on weekends.
He had sold his car, spent all the savings he had put aside for university, and arranged treatment and professional care for his father with the help of a social worker.
Robert had agreed to go to the center after his son explained that the specialists there could help him.
The two mysterious men were medical transport professionals.
And the black ribbon and flowers were for the fourth anniversary of Margaret’s death. Daniel had placed a