X. First confession (Your parents are dead and at the hands of the same person)

I did not know how to react, what to do or what to think, during my childhood and part of what is now my adult life I had the hope of being able to see her, to be able to hug her, to be able to tell her mom and how much I needed her; I preferred a thousand times that she was missing and that the word death was not related to that fact.

I tried to lie I didn't want to hear anymore...

—I don't know anyone by that name.

He said while I still turned my back on him.

—You'll have the pants to deny it.

—I really don't know who you're talking about, I don't know this Margaret girl, so let me go.

I wanted to escape from that place, what I was hearing couldn't be true, tears flowed from my eyes, but I didn't know why, I couldn't be crying for someone I didn't know.

—Then because you're wearing her necklace, and because your body is tense when you hear about her Hope.

—And you that... (while drying my face)..