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In the course of a week, he had heard Amelia's voice maybe ten times only, which was too particular; the woman was silent at lunches, barely answering Dylan's questions, paying attention to nothing, to no one, looking lost like someone looking for a coin at the bottom of the sea.
The only conclusion Maximiliano had reached was that it was all his fault, he told himself that he had not had to do that, that he had had to control himself, that he was the reason why she was so withdrawn, he told himself that he had to find a way to apologize, for that very reason he was standing at the door of his room, watching the woman who had her back to him as she sobbed silently.
Maximiliano opened the door carefully, she did not notice him, she was too immersed in her sea of worries, of silent pain.