ANITA WAS PACKING her suitcase when her mother entered her room.
— Where are you going, Daughter?
— I'm going to Paris, where I should never have left.
— You can't leave me here, not right now.
— What do you want me to do, Mom? — Despite everything, I still have a life, I almost died at the hands of those lunatics because of my dad, I want to stay as far away from it all.
— Sorry.
Anita felt bad for having gotten so excited about her mother.
— Forgive me, mother, but all this is being difficult, you know?
It's not just you who is suffering. Dad's death is being a difficult weight to carry, and another, we almost died for nothing.
She kissed her mother and left.
Paolo was in front of the building waiting for her.
— Is ready?
— Of course, thanks for the lift, you don't know how important this gesture is to me.
— It's the least I can do for the daughter of the man who got me out of that hell.
— You liked him a lot, didn't you?
Paul nodded.
— He was like a father to me.
ANITA GAVE PAOLO a kiss on the cheek saying goodbye.
— Are we still going to meet? — He said hopefully.
She smiled, but letting it be understood that there was no hope in a world where only the two of them existed.
— You're too good a man for me.
— Say yes, I'll visit you in France, I'll do anything for you.
— Who knows.
They never saw each other again.
PAOLO MARRIED two years later to Juan Hernandes' secretary, Karen.
During the ceremony, he saw Anita in the back row of the church, she smiled gently, after this trance, she blinked again at reality, but there was no one else in that place.