I didn't quite understand; rather, the words were so overwhelming that they clouded my mind. It seemed absurd to me. I had left my daughter well; I had seen her before she left. I was thinking so many things, there was a sea of possibilities, because, of course, accidents happened, but I couldn't imagine my little five-year-old daughter lying in a cold hospital bed, completely fearful.
—Regina? —my mother interrupted again— Are you there? Did you understand the location?
—Yes, mom, I'm leaving right now; it's just that I still don't understand what happened to her.
—I don't know. Ivo called me and told me they were there, that they were evaluating her. —my mom fell silent, something was not right. I knew she had much more information but had no intention of telling me—… I'm on my way. S
