— What are you doing here and what happened to you?

Lina looked at me with a black eye and tried to smile but the effort caused her a pain that caused her to end up in a dark grimace. In a whisper he answered me.

— Your 20 questions are over, Lina, "I'm not playing, now answer.—or what? Are you going to hit me? I don't think I feel the difference of another blow.

— You're wrong, with another blow you die. Come to my house, my mom's a doctor.

— No, I grabbed her wrist and was surprised at how thin she was.

— Stop putting up resistance, you have to make yourself see those wounds.

— I can't, my dad's going to be mad if someone finds out. And that dear Dylan is my greatest terror. Clowns are nothing compared to my dad.