Third POV
"What?" - Isabella gasped, while tears were running. "He buried her? Alive? Oh my God! How could he do that to the woman he loved? That's the cruelest thing I have ever heard, in my entire life"
"It is. My grandfather.... he lived to regret what he did, every single day of his life... but how much worth has it?" - Ana Maria whipped her tears and crawled back to the blanket, of the large sofa.
Suddenly, a strong thunder scared both of the girls, making them hold their breath for a minute.
"It's just rain. It never stops in this stupid town, even in the summer." - Ana Maria tried to calm her friend, but also herself.
"I can only imagine how much your grandmother has suffered here. Did he ever learn the truth? Your grandfather, I mean." - Isabella asked with a sad tone.
