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    Dust – Chapter 14

    “Oh, I see…”, he giggled, “…I am sorry, I didn’t know…”.

    “It’s okay. How could you?”, I answered gently, and he relaxed on his seat.

    “Is… Is this your first time?”, he asked, politely, looking at me like a father, or a grandfather, would do.

    I shook my head, looking down.

    “No…”, I replied with a bit of sadness, “…We would like to try again. I had a miscarriage some months ago”.

    The man tilted his head and his smile disappeared slowly. He stared at me for a very long time.

    “I am sorry, ma’am”, he murmured, concerned, “It must have been awful. Losing a son is parents’ worst nightmare”.

    “Yeah…”, I sighed, “…Yeah, we went through a terrible experience, really…”.

    He rested his big hand over mine, brushing it slowly and then suddenly breaking the contact.

    “But you are young, beautiful and full of life… I am sure this time you’ll be luckier…”, he said, making me smile again.

    “I hope so”, I muttered, “My partner and I would be so happy”.

    His blue eyes gazed over me, tenderly.

    “I am sure you will. I am sure you and your partner will get what you deserve”.

    End Flashback

    “You weren’t there for your daughter, weren’t you?”, Carmen murmurs, shaking her head and wincing in disbelief.

    Jack Sanders makes the tiniest of smiles.

    “Of course not. I don’t have any daughter. I only have Johnny…”, he replies quietly, looking at her squarely, “…I wanted to see you in person. You, the woman who caused so much trouble into our lives…”.

    Carmen chuckles, bitterly, and rakes her fingers through her hair.

    “You are completely out of your mind. I didn’t do anything to ruin his life. He did his best to ruin mine, instead”, she says, quietly.

    The man moves some steps towards her.

    “See, Miss Morales, every little thing in life can be seen from several different points of view…”, he considers, calmly, “…I cannot deny it, Johnny has done many fucked up things, but during the last year, I was there seeing him foaming at his mouth and saying pointless, senseless things… I was a father seeing his own son going down and down because of what you and Miss McCutcheon did to him…”.

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