She hesitated… then stepped aside.
“Two minutes,” she said.
He walked in.
The house was exactly the same.
Old furniture. Quiet walls. A life that had stopped the day he left.
He looked around… ashamed.
Then sat down and pulled out an envelope.
“I didn’t leave you by choice,” he said.
Fatima’s eyes hardened.
“Don’t lie to me. You took everything.”
“I know what it looked like… but please, just read this.”
She opened the envelope.
Inside… official documents.
Stamped. Signed.
Her eyes moved quickly across the page.
Then suddenly… she froze.
Because what she read didn’t make sense.
Her voice shook:
“What is this?”
He looked at her… and said:
“The money I took… it wasn’t for me.”
Silence.
Fatima felt anger rising again.
“Then for who?”
He swallowed.
“For your treatment.”
She blinked.
“What are you talking about?”
