BEGIN IN THE PARADISE

Angelo called her on the phone hundreds of times, going around the house from one side to the other, and she did not answer. Then he called the men he had arranged to protect her, and they told him,

“Sir, she shot out of the house; she is now at the Queen Sofia clinic; she looked very worried.”

“I'm on my way,” Angelo answered, running to the door.

“Wait, you shouldn't go.” Vivian, his very personal secretary, interrupted his travel. “She might find out that you are following her; you better cancel the trip, or we can both go.”

Ximena entered the clinic, imagining the worst when she saw her adoptive parents sitting in the waiting room, getting ready to leave.

“Hello daughter, they were only scratches; thank God nothing happened to us, and in the truck you gave us, we were wearing seat belts, not like those unfortunate singers,” said the father. “The brakes did not respond; I had to crash into a bridge; that car was left to sell for kilos of scrap metal.”

He hugged them tightly, thanki