Chapter 12

• "Are you feeling all right" The little boy raised his head when he heard Amelia's voice, a beautiful, smiling woman he saw, although the smile was fake, because she wasn't sure how you were supposed to smile at a child, her contact with children had been too little during her whole life. "Does it hurt here?" Amelia's hand traveled to the little boy's chest, she whispered, as if that would prevent her from being heard, she knew it wouldn't, but she still whispered, because that way she felt she wasn't embarrassing herself so much: Amelia, the woman who had said dozens of times that she hated children, who had never in her whole life claimed to have a child and who had even asked heaven for sterility, was giving a light massage to the chest of a stranger's son.
• "It hurts me a lot" The little boy's voice came out, almost broken, Amelia felt Maximiliano's deep look, with it he seemed to warn her about something, but she was not sure what. "It hurts me..."
• The little boy threw his weak hands on the seat, almost dropping to the floor, Amelia held him, preventing it from happening, she did not believe what she was about to do, maybe she had lost her mind, but she would do it anyway.