Gregory thought it.
Years later, after other losses and a long road that he had not imagined in his youth, he had chosen the priestly life.
He never forgot Elena.
But he thought that child had not existed.
Until that day.
“The medallion — he whispers. — I gave it to Elena.
The old woman near Maria began to cry even more.
Gregory looked at her.
Did you know?
The woman did not answer.
“Mother… — said Mary slowly.
The old woman was clutching her handkerchief.
Elena was 22 years old. She was scared. Her father was angry.
What have you done?
I left.
And the child?
The old woman looked at the coffin.
The child was born.
Gregory feels the room is circling around him.
- Then the letter…
My husband forced Elena to break all ties with you.
You told me he had lost the child.
The old woman was starting to cry.
