Laura cried in Marco's arms, cried for the loss of the mother figure, for the memories of a caring mother, whom she believed to be strict, but who loved her. Deep inside, she always knew something was wrong, but she believed it was only about tax evasion or even buying stolen goods. She was capable of forgiving those other things, not that she thought it was right, but as long as she felt loved, it was enough. It might have been selfish on her part, and to a certain extent dishonest, but it was the family she had, it was the mother she knew, it was blood of her blood, and she had handed her over to be abused. But she needed to look into her eyes and ask, to really believe.
She couldn't live in peace without it. She needed an explanation, not that anything her mother said could erase it, b
