joy eating and drinking at the mayor's expense, while they talk bad about each other's lives. I unlock the phone screen and check the time for the twelfth time, rea

tion him, a little an

's nice lying to me –

r – I just want my mother to arriv

I believe your mother won't want to talk about it with y

rry for her if you don't tell

bride and groom" greeting. I don't know if I should, but finally, I feel relieved. Not only that, but I bring my gaze to her, but she doesn't look at me. Elisabeth forces a smile, hugs some people, chats with others, but she doesn't seem unconcerned. I want to get to her. I want to ask hundreds of things. Likewise, I intend to understand what's going on, but deep-down E

mes with Arthur. They take turns in making sure I stay sane until the end of this party. I don't recall having discussed any important matters with them. We exchanged a few word

s without me noticing. He sits beside me, and I look at

is the h

to you – he seems frustrated when he says this – Don't worry, we'll po

n left a long time ago. I don't even know who he is,

lyze the facts in detail because h

, and looks at me for the last time – I'll ask

p too, showing evidence of my dismay. My bot

take place here. The moonlight. Sometimes she imagined the details. He ran his eyes over the land, counting where everything should be. Then her eyes filled with tears, overflowing

ed to put myself under the same roof as Arthur. From that moment, I will wake up and sleep looking at him. We'll eat all our meals together, and we'll be almost a happy

r hurried footsteps coming towards me and then the front door opens and there she

nd her and look back at me. She seems to carefully think an

es full of tears and a sadness that almost broke m

to her and hug her reassuringly

's 46 years old and seems

isten to things related to that man. Now, listening to her talk about him, I feel an ache in my chest. I'm afraid of what may yet be reveal

e come back

o him if you don't want to – she looks at me with a dark expres

ists to hear

atter what h

lieve – what is important in the story of a m

well, deep down, this is something personal. Maybe it's more a

one. I will never forget your effort to give me the best. You loved me in

inks for a moment, and I know h

his request and Richard would

ask – Do you think he w

mocks – I just want to get rid of this nightmare a

– I might listen to what he has to say, but that doesn't mean I'll allow a

already irritating expression. She knows I'm right. He is aware that listening to him is the best solution. I know she never forgave him and be

eet tomorrow after

ng a mistake,

ered her gaze and I think – bu

says can ch

s you a lot, but I need to throw in that man's face all

half a second later her

even more disappointed, I won't spare myself

aves, letting the main e

f I weigh the whole story, even if I know he was a reckless coward who abandoned a pregnant woman and never came back with news. There was nothing else to tell, the story was exac