At 3:17 A.M., Police Told Me My Husband Was Dead—But He Was Sleeping Beside Me
His fear became real.
His crimes were real.
Nicolai was a real person too.
Not only an impersonator.
A complicated man who chose to participate in something terrible, then apparently tried to escape or reshape it.
He died before explaining himself.
I never received complete answers.
Eventually, I stopped requiring them.