*ANTON*
Unos meses más tarde...
Me muerdo mis de por si cortas uñas mientras me paseo de un lado a otro en el pasillo de este hospital.
"Hijo, tranquilizate ya."
"Todo saldrá bien."
Hanna, mi suegra intenta calmarme, pero la verdad es que nada puede calmarme ahora.
"No……
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