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I was dying, I had made peace with myself.

And with a smile on my face, I replied, "I'll do it, I forgive you."

“Natalia, what happened?”

I furrowed my brow and asked, "Why?"

“I feel like something is wrong with you.”

And I responded, kindly. “It's okay, stay calm.”

“You are at home, I am downstairs.”

I said nothing.

I hurriedly turned off the cell phone and got up, hid the painkillers scattered around the room and changed into another cooler outfit. I even put on an exquisite outfit with makeup.

During this time, I didn't understand None of Carlos' calls knew I wouldn't be able to stop him because he had figured out the access code to my house. There's not that much time.

1227, December 27th.

I had told you that on the day of our outing.

He had his brow furrowed and asked, “Why did you choose this number for your access code?”

And I had given this superficial answer, saying, "It's just a random number."

There were slamming sounds on my bedroom door while I was doing my makeup. I put