Chapter 75

The next morning, none of the three of us woke up on time.

We were too tired to get up early. I was the first to wake up and instinctively went to check on my little Clara. As Will had said, she preferred not to close the door at all. I approached and saw her asleep, with her hair around the bed, and it seemed to me that she had not grown at all since that operation.

I was weak.

So much physical and psychological abuse can break the strongest, and she was a child. She felt a lot of contempt for the way she had been treated; no one, absolutely no one, should even think of treating a child like that.

I felt like disowning Sofia for allowing it, but if what was at stake was her child, I could almost understand it. There, leaning on the doorframe, watching Clara sleep, I could not help but travel back to that time when I watched my daughter. I watch Clara worried about her health and her emotional stability.

I would look at my daughter and silently apologiz