Sofia began to cry.
She sat down slowly on the sofa without taking her eyes off me.
—All my life I thought my parents had died in an accident when I was little.
Those words surprised me.
-That?
My mother started crying again.
—That’s what we were advised to tell you.
-Who?
—The psychologist who treated you when you were a child. She thought it would be less painful than growing up believing you had been abandoned.
Sofia shook her head.
-So…
He looked directly at me.
—I’ve been living with my grandparents for twenty years… without knowing that my mother was still alive?
I couldn’t hold back the tears.
—I also lived for twenty years believing that you had not survived.
Neither of them knew what to do.
There were too many mixed emotions.
Rage.
Sadness.
Relief.
Confusion.
After a few seconds, Sofia slowly got up.
