My daughter gave up her dream prom dress to give it to a girl who couldn't afford one, and put on a suit instead. When she entered the gym, the principal cried and called the police.

The principal shrank.

Because I was scared. Our father was still alive. He told me not to mess around. He said that Stefan chose his own path and that there was no point in digging into things that could ruin my life.

"And now?"

She looked at Nora.

Now I saw the jacket. I saw the girl who was wearing his smile. And I realized I couldn't keep quiet yet.

At that moment I felt no gratitude.

I felt anger.

Eleven years.

For eleven years, she had kept documents that might have explained my husband's death.

For eleven years I had learned that Nora had accepted that her father had died in a tragic accident.

For eleven years she had lived, not knowing that he had a sister.

But when I looked at the headmistress' face, I saw something I knew.

Fear.

She had not found her courage in time.

But at least she'd found it now.

"What's going to happen?" I asked.

The policeman replied:

"We will have to talk to you and Mrs. Valcheva in a quiet place. Not tonight, if you don't want to. But we want to take the jacket for a while. There may be traces or documents in the lining.

Nora immediately caught the lapel of the jacket.

"No.

"Nora," I said softly.

"That's Dad's.

"I know, sweetie.

"They can't take it.

The older officer softened.

We won't keep it for long. We'll treat him carefully.

Nora looked at me.

There was not only fear in her eyes.

There was something else.

Determination.