SeparationMatilde had a meeting at school, so she didn’t visit Marco that afternoon. As far as he was concerned, the enthusiasm Anna had shown that morning left little room for doubt: he wanted to break things off with Matilde and was merely waiting for the best time to do it. The only thing that concerned him were his daughters: he and the girls were very close, but who knew how they might react in such exceptional circumstances?
The next morning Matilde was driving nervously toward the train station; her face was tense, a telltale sign of her sleepless night. In the back seat were the twins, who kept glancing in the rear view mirror in the attempt to decipher their mother’s expression. The evening before there had been a big argument. The girls had wanted to visit their father at all co
