Cinque anni prima, la notte in cui tutto changed, the Vargas house was silent.
Laura aveva messo a letto presto la piccola Elena, di cinque anni, come faceva always.The sleeping baby was wrapped around his favorite stuffed animal, ignoring the storm that was playing on the bottom piano.
In salotto, Mateo Vargas was his fifth whiskey.
Aveva perso il lavoro nell’edilizia quella settimana. The area was a failure from one day to the next. After 42 years, it is impossible to reap the benefits of sowing.
Laura was in the kitchen, on the phone, with a low and furious voice.
“Ti avevo detto di non chiamarmi mai più. Quello che hai fatto è imperdonabile. If I do not restore what che hai rubato, renderedò publishes the thing.”
A pause.
“Non mi interessa chi conosci. I provided him.”
He suddenly shook his head and turned around, seeing Mateo watching her from the door.
“Chi was?”
“Nessuno di important. Vai a letto, Mateo.” “Ne hai avuto abbastanza.”
Avrebbe voluto insistre, ma l’alcol gli aveva già annebbiato la mente. If you access the divano and addormentò in just a few minutes.
Quello che accadde dopo, Mateo did not remember it more consapevolmente.
Ma Elena yes.
If you have arrived at the door of the entrance door, it will open.
A piedi nudi, if intrufolò nel corridoio.
Vide a uomo I will enter, emerging from the shadow: a uomo that knows very well. Quello che indossava always camicie blue dark and the portava sacchettini di caramelle when he came to find it.
Zio Javier.
Laura’s voice did rise, first for the surprise, but for the pause.
Poi a fool.
Silence.
Elena did infilò nell’armadio del corridoio, tremante, con il cuore che le batteva forte.
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