CHAPTER 2 (excerpt)

            Finally, my mother, one of his former life partners, with whom he had already lived fifteen years earlier, had come to visit him at the hospital, a little earlier in the summer. She was devastated by the murder of her own daughter. She was so in need of comfort and moral support from a man who had a strong emotional character.

            Poor Mom! In the doctor's office, she cried her eyes out like a child. She cried even more when she managed to string a few words together, through intermittent sniffles, devastating tears, and endless cries of Rage, to reveal a mysterious secret to her dear friend Christopher. A mysterious secret that my mother had been forced to confide only to a friend in whom she had absolute trust. A mysterious secret that she had to externalize at that moment, as it had been tearing her poor little distressed heart for almost eighteen years.

            Phew! Eighteen years is a long time to live alone with a mysterious secret that had shattered her heart into a thousand pieces, like The Puzzle Pieces. And this, immediately after the sudden death of her beloved little girl, her Beautiful Precious Rare Adored Pearl.

            I don't know what that mysterious secret was that my mother had to reveal to Doctor Dumondvill out of obligation, when she found herself alone in his office with him. However, this secret seemed to irritate the doctor, as he savagely showed the sobbing woman the door of his small office as soon as he heard her words. It was as if this secret was even more painful for him to bear than the death of her own daughter, frankly!

            In any case! Since that day, Christopher had difficulty looking my mother directly in the eyes and he had difficulty speaking to her. Especially after hearing confessions from the mouth of a woman he overestimated, a woman he had once loved in the past and in whom he seemed to have blind trust. Confessions about what subject, you might ask? A topic of conversation that must have been sad and devastating for my mystical energies with supernatural powers to feel a deep melancholy that inhabited their distressed hearts and damaged souls.

            I would love to tell you more about this mysterious secret. However, until now, I know no more than you about the details of their old love story, as I forgot a lot of important information from my old life during my passage through that damn cosmic black hole. I know nothing, absolutely nothing, "NADA!"

            On the other hand, what I think I know is that this mysterious secret must have concerned Doctor Dumondvill's son. I pass on this information with reservations, because Christopher had not stopped looking at the photo of his son, which was inside a black frame placed on his desk, for nearly twenty minutes. He had started to cry like a child, alone in his locked office. He had held his son's photo to his heart, immediately after pointing my mother to the exit to kick her out.

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