"Mom, what are you talking about?" Silvia pretended not to understand her mother. She lowered her head and focused on peeling the apple, however her hands were shaking. The more Silvia wanted to avoid the topic, the more Mrs. Turner felt like talking about it. "Silvia, I know that you liked Felix since you were a child. You enjoyed playing with him. He's older than you and took care of you. Your father and I, and Felix's parents... we all hoped for you two to be together when you grew up. That way, neither of you would have to leave your parents, but..." Silvia could guess what her mother wanted to say. Before Mrs. Turner could continue, Silvia interrupted, "Mom, let's not talk about this." "Silvia, do you believe that he has passed away?" Mrs. Turner asked. Before Silvia could answer, Mrs. Turner added, "I know you don't believe it, because I don't believe it either. His mother said that he died, but we didn't even see his ashes before he was buried. Then, his family
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