Michael: She believed I stood in the way of her destiny. She wrote about it… it’s hard to describe. I’ll read you one of the excerpts. She wrote: «He doesn’t see it, the fool. He believes I’m his wife, his faithful partner. But every day, with every sip and every bite, I reclaim from him what he stole from me. He doesn’t deserve what’s flowing in his blood, and one day it will be mine.»
Andrew: She… thought she had some rights to your… blood? What was she talking about, Michael?
Michael: She was obsessed. There’s another entry — it’s scary even to read aloud. She wrote: «Every day I add a little more, just enough to make him weak but not enough to kill him. I don’t want him to die. Not yet. He must suffer to understand what he stole from me, what he took that belongs to me by right. And when the time comes, only a shell will remain of him, and then, only then, will I get what I deserve.»
Andrew: Michael… I can’t believe it… She really thought you were her right? But what did you take?
Michael: That’s the complexity of it. She had this… idea, this belief that she should inherit something from my lineage. She considered it her fate, some ancient right that, in her opinion, was stolen from her. And for that, she hated me.
(Michael took a deep, calming breath and began flipping through the pages to find the part that troubled him the most.)
Michael: Listen, Dad. This is what she wrote just a few months before… before she was gone. «They think he’s just sick, fading from some mysterious illness. But I know. I know it’s because I’m draining him, drop by drop, his essence slipping away with every dose I prepare. They think it’s anemia, some rare disease, but it’s my work.»
Andrew: And she… she didn’t see anything wrong in it?
Michael: Yes, that’s the scariest part. She wrote about it as if it was the mission of her entire life. She believed I was her obstacle, and she was ready to do anything to remove me, slowly and painfully. But she didn’t stop there.
(He hesitated, then opened the diary again, finding an excerpt closer to the end.)..
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