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thomas

I listen carefully as Cecilia talks to her dear father on the phone. I watch the second her face transforms from worry to pure despair. I sit and wait and look at the clock impatiently. I'm bored.

"How could you do that, Daddy?" - The girl whispers in a thin voice and tears run down her pale face.

I expect.

I follow all the anger expended in an even sweet way, until Cecília hangs up the phone.

“Oh honey, I'm so sorry. You know I've always thought of your father as a brother. I'm just as disappointed as you are. I smile cynically, because I know I'm going to use the sadness I see on your face right now against your father.

- How can you? she explodes as she wipes the angry tears from her face.

“How did I…” I look at her in surprise at the outburst. - How could I? How could your father be the right question, girl!

"You think you're much better than he is, don't you?" He thinks he can just go around buying people to pay for other people's mistakes.

I let out a snarky laugh and sha