I finished reading the transcript and read it again. My eyes felt dry from the impulsive need not to blink as I went through line after line, consumed by the impact, flushed with embarrassment. Suddenly I felt very hot under the simple T-shirt I had put on to sleep. I fanned myself with a couple of printer sheets, because it was all too much for me. I gave myself a moment to read the document a third time, and no — the content had not changed.
I think I began to understand why everything happened so fast.
I mean, I understood why Alexander didn’t hesitate to trust me, to believe I would keep his secret or take care of the children. Because obviously I wasn’t the only one f****d in the head — he was too. And I pitied his soul, because it was like realizing more than ever that we were in t
