After that, I couldn’t hear the birthday song anymore. Everyone was clapping while I stared at the door from the kitchen. Strange things had been going on in our house for the past week. Dad woke up at night with the slightest noise, kept the curtains closed and repeatedly checked the front door. Two days earlier he had returned from work unusually early and spent a lot of time talking to someone on the phone. When I walked into the kitchen, the call quickly ended.
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
