I loved Karl with all my heart, and we had been together for four years before we decided to get married.
But our wedding turned into a nightmare. After the ceremony, he collapsed in the reception hall and never woke up again. When the ambulance arrived, a paramedic said it was most likely a heart attack.
The ground disappeared beneath my feet. I stood there crying in my wedding dress as they took him away.
Then the funeral took place. I organized everything. My family came, our mutual friends came, and a cousin from Karl’s family came. Yet his parents never showed up.
The thing is, whenever I asked Karl about his parents or his family, he always brushed it off. He said they had once had a huge argument and hadn’t spoken since. He said he didn’t want to touch on that subject, so I stopped asking questions.
I was surprised they didn’t come to the funeral. I approached Karl’s cousin and asked him about it. He muttered that Karl’s parents were wealthy people and would never forgive a mistake like the one Karl had made.
When I tried to ask what mistake he was referring to, he turned around and quickly disappeared.
That night I couldn’t stay in our house. I felt miserable, so the next morning I bought a bus ticket – just to get out of town. I packed a small backpack and, in the evening, boarded the bus.
At the next stop, a man wearing a cap got on the bus and sat next to me. I smelled a painfully familiar cologne. He turned his face slightly toward me.
My heart almost stopped. It was Karl. Or at least, someone who looked exactly like him.
Before I could say anything, he leaned closer and whispered: “Don’t scream. YOU NEED TO KNOW THE WHOLE TRUTH. Act normal.”
My voice trembled…
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