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That night, after putting her daughters to bed, Katia returned to the living room and poured herself a glass of red wine. Ever since she had broken up with Stefan, she did this every night when she felt down.

She left the bottle on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Katia took the glass of wine and took a small sip while she thought about what Zelig or Stefan had told her. Although to her, he would always be Stefan, as that's the name she had known him by.

Did either of them really have the blame?

She, barefoot with the glass in her hand, walked across the floor to the entrance and approached a small bookshelf in that area. She sat on the floor, leaving the glass by her side, and opened the door of the piece of furniture, starting to search inside.

After a few minutes, she pulled out a frame. She sat on the floor, staring at the photo, and took a sip of wine.

"You have no idea how much I wish I could talk to you, Oscar... Why did you have to die?" Katia thought, without moving fr