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Amelie MansonI didn't understand what on earth Damian Feldman was doing there, behind those bars. I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my blouse and swallowed all the pain that was consuming me. I forced myself to muster my pride, even if it was useless, even if it gnawed at me to the bone. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me defeated."Amelie..." his voice was a whisper, and his gray eyes fixed on mine with that intensity I knew so well."What are you doing here?" My voice broke, but I forced it to sound harsh. "More to the point, who told you I was here? Although I don't need to ask... you probably orchestrated it with your family.""Of course not," he retorted, clinging to the bars. "I came to help you."The sincerity on his face disarmed me for an instant. I knew how to recognize it; I had loved him long enough to distinguish when he was lying and when he wasn't. And at that moment, he wasn't lying."I don't need your help." I crossed my arms. "Your family san

"Damn it!" I slammed the folder against my desk, frustrated, feeling how impotence was devouring me from within.The supposed evidence I had managed to obtain against the Feldmans was nothing more than contracts and transfers signed by Amelie herself. Each one of those sheets only served to sink her further, as if she had voluntarily led Feldman to the precipice.He couldn't be that naive. The real evidence must be inside the corporation itself, locked away, in the hands of Octavio or Rosalía. And I, ironically, no longer had access to that world that was mine by right.The clock on the wall read nine o'clock at night, and my office was in the shadows, illuminated only by my computer screen and a desk lamp that threatened to go out at any moment. It was hard for me to admit that my beginnings were not being as fruitful as I'd hoped. My head was a tangle of nerves and conjectures, an unbearable knot that tightened even more when I thought that Amelie was still locked up. I couldn't lea

Damian FeldmanOutside the police station, Amelie's entire family was waiting for her as if that moment were a resurrection. Everyone was ready to see her regain her freedom. And when I say everyone, I include little Joseph, that child they carried with so much care and pride, the only male in the Manson family.I could see him from afar, but anxiety gnawed at my chest. I hadn't had a chance to get close to him, to hold him, to feel him as mine. And the simple fact of seeing him so close and, at the same time, so inaccessible, made me feel that my heart was going to explode if I couldn't finally meet him.Time became eternal until, finally, Amelie walked out accompanied by Soraya. She wore a simple sweatshirt and her hair tied back in a high ponytail. She was pale, perhaps from the ravages of not seeing sunlight for all those days. Even so, she remained imposing, with that quiet strength she had always possessed.I stood still, watching her, restraining myself. I wanted to run toward

Damian FeldmanI argued with Valeria about the paternity test until I ran out of breath; if Amelie hated me before, now she would hate me even more. I had crossed a line, I knew it, bt the need for certainty overpowered me. My phone vibrated on the table and, for a second, I thought it would be another business call. A name flashed on the screen: Amelie."Amelie..." I said before I could think of anything else."Damian," she replied. "How are you?"Her voice sounded strangely serene, nothing like the hardness I had imagined. It disconcerted me. I replied with the simplest truth."Well. And you?"She was silent for a few seconds that felt like hours; then I decided it was I who should speak."I know you must be angry about the DNA test. Amelie, I simply...""I'm not angry."She interrupted me with a tranquility that surprised and attracted me at the same time."I'm not angry, Damian. I know you want to know. I understand your reasons.""Yes, it's just that..." I tried to find the right

Amelie MansonHis hand was stroking mine, and I swear to God I wanted to melt at his touch. Damian had the ability to make me feel like the most vulnerable woman in the world just by brushing his fingers against mine.However, in that instant, I felt liberated and, for some strange reason, every burden I carried inside my heart became lighter."Truly, for a strange reason, I trust you. I'm going to let you meet Joseph, and you can recognize him with your surname, if that's what you really want. Is that alright?"Damian flashed a wide smile and took my hand more firmly."Of course, Amelie. Thank you, truly, thank you very much. When can I meet him?"He sounded so anxious to see my little one that, for a moment, it made me think with frustration that perhaps I no longer interested him. And that was fine; it was preferable that he owed himself to my son and not precisely to me."It could be tomorrow, of course, if you have time."Damian smiled as if I were giving him the best news in the