After Alma died, I…started visiting her there. At least once a week. Sometimes twice. There was still life there. There was still someone buried deep inside. But I knew that life wouldn’t last long if nobody got her out of there.
«You were the only one who did not consider me a monster. The only one who was hoping that I cease to be who was birthright. You supported me all my life, and I could not even be close to you, to protect.»