Part 11: The Unexpected Visitor
That evening, someone knocked on my apartment door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Gábor.
I opened the door only a little.
“Anna. I’m glad you’re home.”
He held a bouquet of white flowers.
“I wanted to check on you. I know this has been an awful week.”
I thanked him without inviting him inside.
His eyes moved toward the hallway.
“Have you been sleeping?”
“Not much.”
He nodded sympathetically.
“That’s understandable. Márk was like a brother to me.”
I nearly laughed.
Instead, I asked a question.
“Where were you on our wedding day?”
His smile disappeared for a fraction of a second.
“At the reception, of course.”
“Before the ceremony?”
“I don’t remember.”
I watched him carefully.
Then he noticed the brown envelope on the table behind me.
His expression changed.
“What’s that?”
I stepped in front of it.
“Nothing important.”
He stared at me for several seconds.
Then he smiled again.
“Get some rest, Anna. You need it.”
After he left, I locked the door.
My hands were shaking.
He knew something.
And now he knew I might know something too.
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