Mia's small room seemed to shrink with every step she took. The narrow walls, the low ceiling and the few pieces of furniture seemed to compress the air, making it dense and difficult to breathe. Anger and sadness mixed in her chest like a gale. She couldn't stop thinking about her grandparents, the last time she saw them - smiling, waving out of the car window, as if everything was perfectly normal.“Dead,” she thought, trying to make sense of the word. “My grandparents are dead.”But something was wrong. Very wrong.She wanted to ask her mother what exactly had happened, how, when, why. And the more she thought about it, the stranger it all seemed to her. The rush, the slap, her mother's almost crazed urgency, the outburst. It was as if the world had suddenly collapsed - and she hadn't even had time to say goodbye to anyone.The truth was that Mia didn't want to leave. Not like that. Not without understanding. And, above all, she didn't want to continue living in the shadow of her m
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