Sue pocketed her passport, checked the batteries of the Dictaphone, and left to get her suitcase.
“When I get home, we need to talk. All three of us. Because everybody in this family used to be fighting for the same things, but some of us seem to be lost now.”
“Right. Whatever you want,” said Kathy, nodding.
Sue could not decide if she was serious or not. God, I don’t even know my own daughter!
She shot a glance from the door—it was a glance that tried to convince Kathy to follow her commands.
But to her great astonishment, she could not see anything in her daughter’s eyes, just plain indifference.
I can’t just lose my daughter’s trust! She thought, perplexed, and closed the door behind her.
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Silvie Malaszin was heading to an illustrious hotel in Switzerland when she got
