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Amelia had arrived at the mansion and had run to the room she shared with Maximiliano, locking herself in it; if only she had not left her old apartment, she could have gone there, so that she could cry until her soul broke, until her heart came out in the form of tears that slid down her face.
The irony of life was so great that a few hours ago, in the same bed where she was lying, the woman had been moaning with pleasure, forgetting about life, even her mother, and at that moment, a few hours later, she was torn apart in tears, enough to make it impossible for her to see the road.
Feeling all her strength leaving her, Amelia threw herself to the ground, clenching her fists in the same way she clenched her lips, so that her crying could be heard so loudly; she could not imagine herself losing her mother, having to call her one day, only to receive no answer, having to say goodbye to her, not knowing that this would be the last time she would see her alive.