PROLOGUE
Piccola, a small introduction of the story, I hope it interests you, I was quite mysterious for now.
The sky was cloudless, the sun shone and the peaceful chirping of birds surround the town of Madison, Montana, in a small picture of perfection.
This caused the grimace on her face, looked around, noting that simply that after 10 years of absence nothing had changed.
always immaculate roads, the trees that always fenced and perfect greens.
Now and then passed a well-dressed lady who walked the inevitable dog Pekingese, haughty, as its master.
The decision was taken 10 years ago, never to return to that place more respectable of crazy, made her heart beat with more passion than ever as he watched this mini-paradise for the rich.
Yet, here she is walking along one of those avenues giving perfect look every so often distracted the numbers of homes.
24, 28, 30.
Sooner or later he knew it would come at the start, looked at the house with a pang. Her breath became heavier and felt tears in his eyes pinch more and more insistently, as they approached the door.
could not look around, or would have a sea of memories flooded my mind like a thousand knives, ready to remind her why she returned to the place he hated most in the world.
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