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CHAPTER 11

Carla felt something in her chest, a great pressure that seemed to cover her stomach and explode right there, disconcerting.

"Carla!" He ran and covered her with the umbrella. "What are you doing?"

"No. What are you doing here?!" With that question, she ran ahead of him towards her house.

He gritted his teeth, but couldn't stand to argue in the rain, which, despite the umbrella, was partially wetting him.

He ran after her and they met on the roofed porch as she shook off the excess water to locate the front door, keys inside her handbag.

"Gimme, I'll help you..."

"No," she cut him off, emphasizing the movement of her hands on the purse he pretended to grab. "That's it," she announced when the door listened to her after using the key.

They went into the house.

She turned on the light and in front of Max's eyes, an entire wooden house unfolded. It smelled of flowers, flour, and something like sugar. Suddenly cookies bring back memories of times in his life that he had not recalled.

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