Chapter 61

Joana's POV

My heart almost didn't fit in my chest after noticing her expression when talking about my father. My mother's eyes, always so centered and striking, became lost and dark. She couldn't smile tenderly when talking about him. She simply closed herself to the world. Exactly the way my sisters and I did it.

Exactly the way we found to protect ourselves after that terrible pain. My mother was a mirror that all of us, the five sisters, looked at each other every day. Even if our lives were different, even with boyfriends and security, there was still that brand. There was still the death of our father. Our greatest foundation. And we would never get over it.

"I don't like to imagine this kind of thing either," I admitted with a dry throat.

My mother took a deep breath again.

"So try not to think, maybe that way the pain will pass.”

I denied it with my head.

" Even if we all mysteriously suffer from Amnesia, it will never pass.”

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