And it was precisely at that moment that Lucia felt a feeling
Strange, almost unknown. No fear, no submission and not even gratitude.
It was something deeper: a quiet certainty that perhaps her life had not ended there, in the village where she was considered a curse.
He slowly sat down beside him and extended his hands into the heat of the fire. For the first time in many years I didn’t want to run away from the future.
It was several months. One day, one of the inhabitants of the village, passing through the hills, saw his house by chance.
He stopped and watched in awe as Lucia laughed helping Nantan in the work, how they spoke calmly and simply, as people who had found support in each other. What he saw shocked him so much that, when he returned to the village, he told everything immediately.
The rumor spread instantly. People didn't believe their own ears. Precisely the girl they considered
