“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.

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