I thanked Stef, saying, “I’m grateful you brought me here. But I have one favor—may I see George?”
Stef hesitated. “I’m sorry. When the hospital received him after the fire, his body was in terrible condition. It’s better you didn’t.”
I accepted it and arranged his burial. Stefania supported me throughout. Years later, while watching TV, I saw George—alive—with Stefania on a sunny beach, laughing and holding hands. Shocked, I confronted her during her next shift.
