CHAPTER 59
More time. Days, weeks, months. Nothing left for me to do, but to remain silent. My pain, my defeat. Continue to play the part of the devoted wife. With William and Madeline however, I was making my best efforts, even if with poor results.
Most of the time I had the impression that William ignored me rather than answering me badly. Madeline, on the other hand, had a tender attitude with me, almost protective even if I couldn’t understand her silences, the lack of intimacy towards me, as if she didn’t trust me.
I remembered that day at the cemetery, at Jacob’s grave. My daughter’s promise, a girl only thirteen, to Peter. What had she seen? What had she heard?
The picture had appeared in a weekly magazine although we were portrayed from afar and I had my back to the camera. De
