“Last question. Why did you do that thing, years back?” he asks and look into my eyes.
I can see the desperation in his eyes to know the truth, to make everything right.
But I feel guilty because I can’t give him the answer.
So I look away and also take my hands from his hands.
When he notices I will not answer he say again.
“I am asking you something!” he says but I remain silent.
“Andrea.” He says, raising his voice.
“You know the answers. So why are you asking?” I say like a whisper.
I am sorry that I can’t tell him the truth.
A lot of life is at risk, if I tell him the truth the person will cause havoc and many lives will be lost in that.
“Yes, I know the answers, and I also know the thing I used to know are all lies. Big fat lie,” he says and I look at him shocked.
“What, s
