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It’s past 9 p.m. when I text Rosie to let her know I’m back. She replies: Already? I write to her: I’m not alone. She sends me lots of question marks that I don’t answer. I don’t have the courage. To be honest with you, I’m scared. My body is shaking like a leaf. My head is going to explode. I’m afraid of feeling sick. You must realise! In three days, I learned of the existence of a godmother, of a half-brother who I felt very special feelings for, I met my father’s mistress... And all this was purely orchestrated by my own mother before she died. That’s a lot! Too much at once. I wasn’t prepared for this. Jeffrey parks the car in a street adjacent to Sun Street. He walks in front of me, holding Elena’s hand tightly. The closer we get, the more I slow my pace. My place isn’t here. I have
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