I am a forensic scientist and work with corpses every day.
When we met again five years later, he was the president of the murder scene and my ex-husband.
He asked me: "In the past five years, have you ever thought that one day you would dissect our past?"
I didn't answer.
Later I discovered that the deceased had a stranger's DNA in his fingernails and a rare drug in his body - exactly the same as my mother's drug.
The person present that day was his missing brother.
He said he never let me go.
But I don't know if what he said is true or false.
When the scalpel cuts through the truth, what is left between me and him?
