16-The cogs of fate

The only one who could communicate with Cynthia, Debby, had been transferred and now she spoke no more than ten words a day.

Her whole body was sickly and the state of Antonio's health in captivity was the only thing that kept her going.

Still looking at the cage in her room, she felt an endless wave of sorrow rising from her heart.

It was as if her soul had shattered into several pieces.

She had finally experienced the helplessness of those who have lost all hope, the feeling of not having any attachment to life, the peace that could disappear at any moment.

Liz was never as concerned about Cynthia's state as Debby usually was, always shutting the door behind her as soon as she put down the food and water.

Cynthia didn't care about this anymore, she even found it a relief to be without company.

When Carlo returns with the dog, Cynthia is sitting on the balcony looking out at the view.

Instead of the vague look of longing and anticipation that she used to have, she looke