“The person in room 214. »
I climbed the stairs.
My hands were trembling.
I stopped at the door.
I hit.
No answer.
I hit a second time.
Then the handle turned.
The door opened slowly.
And a woman appeared.
I could have recognized his face among a thousand.
His eyes.
His smile.
That little scar by the eyebrow.
I stepped back a step.
“Clara…”
She was crying already.
She whispered:
“I knew you’d find the truth. »
I couldn’t talk anymore.
I just took her in my arms.
For a few seconds, none of us moved.
Then I stepped back.
“Why? »
Clara wiped her tears.
“Because if everyone thought I was dead, no one would look for me. »
Then she told me the truth.
The night of the accident, she survived.
But she had discovered that someone had caused the accident to retrieve documents she was carrying.
A witness helped her leave the scene.
She then realized that she could not trust anyone.
Not even to our own family.
She had disappeared voluntarily.
For ten years, she had gathered evidence.
And the phone left in the dental office was not a mistake.
She did it on purpose.
“I wanted you to meet me,” she said.
I looked at my sister.
“So why now? »
She handed me a file.
Inside was the definitive proof.
Our father did not organize the accident.
He had discovered the conspiracy a few days before.
He tried to protect Clara.
But he was dead before he could reveal the whole truth.
The person in charge then used the money and documents to build his fortune.
And this person…
was the man I saw in front of our house.
The same man in photography.
