She stumbled to the room. Eyes were filled and she could barely see her daughter weeping beside the sofa.

The mess was all around and in their life too.

Whatever they, she and her husband, had between them, let us call it love, sometime, hate, revenge, pamper, whatever the hell is over within a blink of an eye. Life went hard. With him she was a doll, moving, running, dancing in his key. They suffered, it’s true. But someone else was suffering much more and that night when they decided to end with a divorce, they Β found an unnoticed victim, dead, on the sofa!