Part 3
At the hospital, the doctors confirmed that she was very weak and needed urgent care. I stayed by her side.
She gradually told me what had happened. At first, my parents kept her isolated. Then, over time, the situation worsened.
"I wanted you to finish your studies without any problems," he told me. "That's why I didn't make any more noise."
I felt enormous guilt.
But she took my hand:
"It wasn't your fault."
The police opened an investigation. There were serious charges. Financial problems I was unaware of also came to light.
Family members started calling. Some were supportive. Others were hesitant.
I no longer doubted anything.
I just looked at my grandmother, who was slowly recovering.
One day, an officer handed me something they had found.
The scarf.
The same one she was knitting before she disappeared.
Incomplete. But intact.
"I didn't want you to be cold," he told me.
That's when I understood everything.
No matter how much the world changes, some people continue to love even in the worst of times.
Months later, my grandmother was slowly walking again. Her laughter returned. Softer, but real.
The trial is still ongoing.
But one thing is certain:
The truth came to light.
And this time, no one will be able to hide it again.
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