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Miron’s story

Saturday morning, at 9 o’clock; the second message came to my phone. This time I was alone. My hands were shaking trying to open it; another challenge that I have to pass so my Rita will not get hurt.

„ You will be punished for cold-hearted, go back where it all started!”

Where it all started? And why shall I be punished? Anyway, I have to think, not too much though because I happen to know the exact place where this story started. I needed only my keys and off I was. Winter has passed and now mornings were nor so chilly. In twenty minutes I arrived at the scene where it all began, the site of Rita and Pamela’s accident.

Memories were so vivid in my head. How I was driving home after a long night, how Peter called me and how I had to hang up on him when I saw the railing smashed. I had my heart in my throat praying that nobody would be in the car. My expectations were ruined when a young woman struggling between life and death caught into that car. If she hadn’t been w