Franco
She just stood there, on the street. I didn't want to keep seeing her tears. I can't bear them. If I got out, I would have to console her, and there's something about the way she acts towards me that prevents me from having that kind of closeness.
She keeps insisting on seeing romantic things between her mother and me, even though we haven't given her any reason for it. As if she didn't know that Amelia still loves her ex-husband.
I drive with care. I don't want to arrive where I'm expected to be in a turbulent mood. I park by the roadside and wait a moment. Even after so many years, it's hard for me to come here and know that I will never see her again.
I take a deep breath and get out of the car. I open the back door and take the small bouquet of yellow roses that Annette lov
