But because they confirmed what I had understood the day I told them about the pregnancy.
They weren’t afraid for me.
They were afraid for themselves.
Six months earlier, I had invited Silvia and Mikhail to lunch.
I prepared their favorite dishes.
Stuffed peppers for Silvia.
Homemade moussaka for Mikhail.
I had bought a strawberry cake because the grandchildren were coming later.
Todor was in Ruse at the time. I still wasn’t ready to tell them about him.
We sat around the dining-room table.
Silvia was telling me about her work. Mikhail was complaining about some renovation at the office.
I looked at my children and thought about how much they had grown.
Then I said:
