Chapter 63: A save place

Artemisia had a vague memory of moments she spent with her mother. They were simple memories blurred with time, almost as sharp as a window in the middle of winter, but they were there, they existed in that small, repressed space reserved for childhood memories. There was no way the young woman could not keep that, they were moments so unique that if she forgot, perhaps she would feel the cruel cold that the forgetfulness would bring her.

In any case, that moment etched in the young woman's mind was just a winter, one of the worst that Artemisia had the displeasure to take advantage of. It was the first winter that the father of the little child was not at home, it was still far from the first winter period without the father, it happened when she was still only five or six years old. It was a helpless child without the only figure she felt would protect her no matter what.

It was Georgino who was helping the girl when the nightmares made her scream at the top of her lungs for the w