The rest of the morning passed uneventfully, at least calmer and slower than she expected. After coming back from her with Santino, feeling a little sorry for what might have happened, she had the latent idea of staying home for a while.
She arrived, finding herself inside the house in absolute solitude. Of course, her mother worked from Monday to Saturday as a sales assistant in one of the many commercial outlets in the center and returned until the afternoon. She couldn't deny that the house had grown lonelier and bleaker since her father's absence.
It had been almost twelve years since then. She only had five only; the day two individuals from the postal system showed up with a telegram from the sender of one of the desolate little villages in the Land of Snow. Her father worked as a
