- Sofia…
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“There’s something else,” he interrupted me.
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He opened the bag and pulled out a blue folder.
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I spoke to three clinics. I found one in Vienna who has experience with the disease you told me about. I discussed with their department for international patients and they sent me a list of the necessary documents for an evaluation.
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He handed me the file.
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I don’t know if I can cure you, Andrew. But I want to try everything we can.
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At that moment, I couldn’t look at it.
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I got up and went to the window.
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Outside it was raining.
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The drops slipped through the window, and the city lights were reflected in them. Behind me, Sofia was waiting quietly, probably convinced that I was upset because she had not managed to raise the entire amount.
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But I was thinking of something else.
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At all the evenings when my friends had told me that Sofia was only interested in money.
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At all the family meals where my mother had noticed about her cheap clothes.
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At the day my dad warned me that poor girls were willing to do anything to get into a rich family.
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And to me.
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To the man who had had everything, but who had not been able to recognize love when he had it in front of him.
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