My father-in-law slowly turned his head toward the window, as if he saw someone he had long wanted to say goodbye to.

— Just promise me you’ll leave when you see it. Don’t argue, don’t forgive, don’t ask for explanations. Just… go. He is dangerous, do you understand? Dangerous even to those he loves. And you are the only one he has truly loved. And that is what makes you… his weak point.

His hand suddenly fell limp onto the bed.

He died a minute later.

That evening, I entered my husband’s study. He was still at work. My heart was pounding so loudly it felt like it echoed throughout the whole apartment. I approached the safe. I entered his mother’s birth date.