—What about my mother?—I dared to ask, even knowing that he would most likely lie to me.
He smiled and looked away as if he were remembering her.
—Things between your mother and me didn't work, she simply left one day and never came back—he said mockingly.
—Did she leave or did you kill her?—I dared to accuse him, which he didn't really like, as he gave me a scathing look.
—She left—he affirmed in a serious tone— if she died, that was destiny's doing. I told her that if she left and did as she pleased, someone out there would be waiting to collect everything she owed. She didn't listen, and what had to happen, happened.
—Where is she now?—I had many questions, but I knew I couldn't exactly trust this man's word; however, if there was something I might need from him, it was probably my
