Chapter 24
On the door, Klara paused to look at her house for the last time, the one that had welcomed her in those last times, in which she had cultivated a hope, finally so atrociously disappointed.
She sighed. She didn't decide to go out.
Everything was perfectly ordered. It certainly didn't look like a woman's apartment was leaving. Forever.
The suitcase was placed in the middle of the entrance. One suitcase. It would have been enough for a while. Later she would have had everything brought to her.
"But no more" he thought.
A tearful sob came over her. What would happen to those years, so seemingly serene? Of the people who respected her, even those who loved her? Her friends.
Klara shrugged and forced herself to push those thoughts away.
He took a final tour of the small rooms
