We reached her old house on the outskirts of town. She opened the door, thanked me, and wished me good health. I placed the bags by the door, smiled, and left. Everything seemed perfectly normal. I didn’t even remember the house number.

But the next evening, when I came home from work, several police cars were parked in front of my house. Flashing lights, uniformed officers — it looked like a scene from a movie. One of them approached me and said my name.

— Yes, that’s me, — I answered, not understanding what was going on.

He looked at me for a long moment and then said something that froze my blood. 😲😱

Continuation in the first comment 👇👇