—And then what? Are you going to fix nineteen years with an explanation?
-No.
The answer came out too quickly to be calculated.
Adrian seemed surprised.
Gabriel continued.
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"I can't give you back nineteen years. Nor can I demand that you call me father just because we share blood. The only thing I can do is stop accepting the version they gave me and find out what really happened."
Isabel looked down at the wooden table by the entrance.
On top of it were a jar of seeds, two receipts, and a small metal box.
Gabriel recognized her.
It had belonged to Isabel before he left for Madrid.
She used it to store photographs, important receipts, and the few letters they exchanged when one of them was away for a few days.
"Do you still have it?" he asked.
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Isabel did not respond immediately.
Then he put down the basket and opened the box.
Inside there were papers
