I turned around.
I walked back to my car.
“Wait!” my mother shouted.
I stopped… but I didn’t turn around.
—Will you ever… be able to forgive us?
I closed my eyes for a moment.
I thought about the rain that night.
In the cold.
In fear.
In my daughter… in Valentina… in every step I took alone.
I opened my eyes.
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” I finally said. “Because I don’t need them anymore.”
I got in the car.
I started the engine.
