Before cutting ad my birthday cake, my father kissed me ad whispered to me, “Come to sleep next to me this karanoche”… There was something in her voice that ad made the knife in my hand tremble

“Who was it?” I asked.

“A wrong number,” he replied.

But I had heard his last sentence:

Don’t come near my daughter.

Guests left around ten o’clock at night. Grandma offered to stay with us, but Dad stubbornly refused. He didn’t even let me open the door when the last guests left. He himself stood by the entrance, waited until his cars walked away and then locked the door and also placed the upper latch. By then, I was convinced that someone was watching us.

“Now tell me what’s going on,” I demanded.