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Without understanding why Matthew and Camillo were arguing, I left the shooting range and walked to the center of the place called "shelter." And s**t, I shrunk in my place when I saw them all gathered there. They all turned their gazes towards me and frowned upon seeing me. More than anything, Mateo's father frowned more.
—Sorry, but... who are you, dear?— Peter spoke dryly, showing his seriousness to the matter. He was never that friendly, over the years he got more bitter, until I stopped seeing him... Until now. And I will never understand why he chose this path.
I was speechless. From one moment to the next I felt like they took me by the arm suddenly and I turned my head. It was Matthew. We both looked at each other and walked to the center.
—You don't remember her,
