— *What's that secret?* — *Trust me, Sally.*
And that's exactly what she did. She trusted him until the last breath.
Mark died on a Tuesday in the rain, Sally's hand clasped in his. After the administrative formalities, the signatures and the condolences repeated ad infinitum, she wanted to leave alone. It was then that the doctor ran to join her in the corridor. An envelope. His first name on it. And a message that would transform everything that would follow.
The overwhelming contents of the envelope
Inside were a USB stick and a folded ticket. Mark specified that she should not watch the content out of sorrow, but only if someone ever tried to sow doubt about him... or on her.
