The Woman in the Letter

PART 68

NATALIE

I silently told my mother everything that was going on in my heart. As a small child, I complained about almost everyone. Maybe she couldn't give me advice, but at least I felt she was listening to me. But I never cried next to my mother. What she didn't like most was seeing one of her children crying. So I kept my composure, calmly shared everything that had happened in recent days with her, but I tried to show that I was not impressed at all. God, I'm losing my mind.

After laying flowers on her grave, I opened a call on my phone from an unknown number.

When he said "Mrs. Natalie", the voice became familiar to me. "Oliver Rogers"

"Mr. Oliver!" I took the phone away from my ear, cleared my voice of anger, and put it back in my ear.

"I found your number from my wife," he said.

His voice was even more tired, the last time I saw him 2 years ago, teacher Mr. Oliver was 64 years old, but looked younger than his age, something around 55. After their two sons married, he moved to a country house with his wife. They were fed a special diet and regularly exercised 3 times a week under the supervision of a doctor. But they both saw the main reason for their health as being away from city life. That's why they asked me to present the interior design of their garden house to them as soon as I could. After I was satisfied with my work, they called me every holiday and my birthday. I was ashamed of every call they made, and I was so angry with myself that I forgot to call them before every holiday.

I said, "Thank you very much." How are you? "

"We are very worried about you, my daughter, we saw her picture on one or two sites. We did not believe that. We did not want to believe. We want to do something for you. Tell us something we can do for you. You know how much we love you "

"Thank you, Mr. Oliver. That's enough to call. "

"Rest in peace for your mother and other relatives."

Looking at my mother's grave, I replied, "Thank you very much."

˝We can't believe it, I don't know what to say. What does this person want from you and those around you?"

˝My friends? ˝

˝Other killed .... ˝

"No, Mr. Oliver, I don't know anyone else who has been murdered but mother," I said

He was silent for a while and said, "Actually, I'm glad you don't know others." He spoke more calmly and without emotion. I did not understand what he meant.

"I don't understand," I said.

"I'm talking about the last one killed. I'm glad I have nothing to do with you. That person ... That person is not as innocent as shown in the news"

˝Mr. Oliver... Do you know Victor Atkinson?˝

˝Yes. When I was the dean of the medical university, he was a teacher of the department," he said. "Whatever. Never mind. When you need something, if there is something, we can do for you just let me know. Be strong and patient"

˝Mr. Oliver˝ I said ˝Actually there is something you can do for me˝

"Sure"

˝Tell me who Victor Atkinson is˝