CHAPTER 55

NANCY.

(Early January).

I parked my car in front of the building.

Some years ago, not many, I ran away from there.

I have always run away from bad meetings, from mafiosi and corrupt people, but without realizing it, Dad's business was surrounded by everything I didn't like since its beginnings. The worst part was that you couldn't tell. Our facade (I should say so because now this business is mine) was happiness and enjoyment, it was always like that, but behind those masks, there was a world so deep and of such diverse colors, between matte and opaque, that when I realized it, when I saw it with my own eyes and understood what always surrounded me, I understood so many things? The first thing: there was no point in running away or hiding from anything. I learned to draw borders and stripes, to place dividing panels and strict barriers that would keep me away from the undesirable, taking away from all that, my happiness and enjoyment, taking them with me.

However, as I grew up and bec