Chapter 3

"I love you," she said suddenly, holding her tight. She realized that she could never mistrust someone as good as he was. She closed her eyes, as soon as she opened them a tear fell from her down her cheek. “Why are you crying..? Did I do something that hurt you..? the worried man wanted to know. "What, what happens is that you make me very happy," she said sincerely and he couldn't help but smile too. He gave her a tender kiss on her cheek, and they simply stayed there, both of them lost in each other like her, and at that moment she already felt happy. That afternoon, after having lunch with the coma, she went for a walk with the pram with Emma. She was so lost in her thoughts that she couldn't notice a detail. She had basically lost her bottle. "Are you looking for this...?" “A boy wanted to know, who approached next to her. He was wearing a cap, so you couldn't see her face. She looked up a little disgruntled, and she realized that he was the same boy she had seen a couple of days ago. "Yes," she said simply, and she took the bottle a little scared. She began to push the stroller away from him. "I won't hurt you," he said, and she stopped a little warily.

“I don't know that. I know you trust Francisco. "Yes," she said facing him, and moving away from his side. The boy, insisting, approached his side and took his hand. "I trust you," he said, and she didn't understand. "I don't know you anymore." "You really don't know me...?" “ He told her and she looked at him again. Without really understanding where her words were going. For her to eat a perfect stranger, while he suggested the opposite. She didn't quite understand what she meant, so she just rolled her eyes, and kept walking. "Hey, wait for me," he said and started walking into the park. She saw many people. So she basically went unnoticed. The boy followed her two meters away from time to time he would approach and pretend he was walking. Or looking at his phone. "I guess he's pretending not to know me," she said. "Yes," he said simply without looking at her. I trust, I trust... "Do you trust Francisco...?" "Yes," she said simply, and this time I did look at him. She stopped the pram and said: “So please don't follow me, I've never seen you before. He kept walking, he stopped upset. He didn't understand why she couldn't hear him, he took a photo out of her pocket. He left it in her hands.