Laura oscillated between drowsy moments and hysterical screams. Only when she could take a bath and scrub every particle of her body did she manage to calm down a bit, but she still refused to eat anything. Her sister, with much insistence, managed to get her to drink a glass of juice.
"When can I go home?"
"You still need to recover, Laura."
"I will never recover from this. I just want to sink into my bed and stay protected there. I'm of age and I can leave here."
"I need to tell you something. Do you remember when mom used to say that our husbands would be chosen by dad?"
"I remember, but in the end, you chose, they were honorable men and dad accepted. At least you and Carmem will be happy. I will never get married, not after what happened."
"You can still be happy and find someone
