Eva
The gun falls from my hands, this must be a damn bad joke, Helen, my mother?
-What the f**k are you saying?
-Eva, Helen is your mother. -Ivan repeats.
-That's not true, Sophia was my mother, not her. It's definitely not you, tell me this is a lie Helen.
My aunt was silent, she didn't deny or contradict, she was distressed, I could tell.
-It's true Eva. -She confirms it.
-No, no, no and no, not you, I, I don't want to, I refuse, you can't be my mother, you can't be, you're the person I hate the most at this moment, I want to kill you Helen, you can't be my mother.
-Well, she is, Eva.
I fall to my knees next to the gun, the tears run down my cheeks.
-How, how did it happen? Why didn't you ever tell me? Why the hell did you try to hide all this from me?
-Eva, you wouldn't under
