I believed that when I got old, he would be there. That he wouldn’t leave me, wouldn’t betray me. He always said: “Mommy, when I grow up — I’ll buy you a house and a car!” And I believed him. Because he was my boy.

But everything changed when a girl appeared in his life. I knew from the first glance — she wouldn’t bring anything good.

She looked at me with a cold smirk. She never called me by name. Not “ma’am,” not “mom” — just “you.”