Pleasure, my "fake" fiancée

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d especially the noise of horns, conversations, engines running, whether they are blenders or cars, the simple tinkling of coins that meet others or the ground, the dragging of chains, it's like a dispute in

her, not even early, but life happened this way, and I simply accepted what it gave me. In my eyes everything has become so detailed, so ten

t her, beside me, lower, straight, stepping like a little soldier, starting a dialogue, on her head a red linen cap, her straight black hair, caught in a side braid falling ov

h to read the n

of the girl who stole books. I didn't have a genius baby or anything like that, my daughter was born on the autistic spectrum. She do

way, her time, something I neither want nor can rush. - This Isa? - Her eyes swing wide

g around as if I were in the air. - If? - I smile at her repetitive pronu

school. After leaving her in the classroom, I go straight to work, it's not easy being a reception

r an intense day at the company that is launching a new line of international perfumes, I pick up the phone to call Fatima, before connecting the call, she

f you were going to pick up Isa from school why did you send Eva? She tells me without even finishing listening

the gate and nothing, Eva, th

- I ask low, while my coworkers attend to two people, it's seventeen thirty in the afternoon, there's s

rs, I won't leave here the whole day. - Fatima, I

alm down, no one is allowed to pi

seriously, you're with Isa aren't you? - I get up from my

? - The voice comes out in an altered voice

- I hear, but I can't think, I dropped my daughter off at school in the morning with her tea

ly worriedly, not imagining that my day

.

the cell phone, desperate, the news daily brings news of children who disappear, who are only found... no, I

s in front of me. - You have to drink something Eva, eat. - It seems s

ces that have searched, asked, the neighbors have mobilized

he returned the janitor said I had picked her up, but how? Why didn

n't know what to think anymore, the police see me as suspicious, I have alread

ould I not think of this before? Evidently it was

Fatima and all the neighbors present look at me curiously, they don't know, nobody knows about my life before I got

, Fatima. - Her eyebrows are raised and about to k

any. - My cell phone, my cell phone - My anxiety increases, this whole time of searchin

alling? I hear my fr

at me without understanding, I never forgot the number no matter how hard I tried, except this is not in the device, but in the m

ow dry, my heart is racing, a differ

n't she? - I am direc

ctation. - One minute, madam, I'm not sure if Miss Müller is available. - As the woman says,

explain later. - I say, glancing slightly at the woman of medium height. - Later.... Later

desperation, an agonized mother. - Oh yes, you, what do you want? - She says nonchalantly,

. - I sigh in relief, closing my eyes, tears come down my torment is ov

eep, without eating, Isa is dependent on me, F

ave time to listen to your cries, we're waiting for

t the reasons, I know the Mullers don't want us,

sure my daughter misses me. - I'm coming today, Ezra, I hope you don't... - The call is ended abruptly, F