Before leaving the Marche, I felt obliged to speak to Stefano. I felt like an adult, I was no longer a child, nor a girl, but a woman ready to face an important commitment. It was right, therefore, for love affairs to also be settled. If I hadn’t had the courage to do it until then, the time had finally come. Over the years, Stefano had married and had two children with a woman who certainly, for what little I had known her, was not at all right for him. He, in fact, was a man apparently so sweet and pliant, but who always enjoyed his freedom and independence. After ten years of marriage, divorce was inevitable for him. Taking a cue from Stefano’s affair with a young colleague, his wife had asked for the separation by debit and had left him practically with nothing, obtaining the marital h
