Wrong… Wrong. The whole scene was wrong… The sun was burning, the day was warm, absolute silence prevailed, everything seemed peaceful, yet something was not right. She searched within her troubled mind to find what was bothering her. It was mostly the silence after all. At this time, Margarita, her little white flower, should be playing carefree in the garden, her cheeks bright red from running around with her imaginary friends, her shouts heard all around, and Katerina running after her trying to catch up. That was where the mistake was. The house looked uninhabited^ even the shutters were tightly closed. She tried to dig into her memory. Maybe the child and her nanny had gone somewhere. Katerina had told her, and she had forgotten. Blank…
No reminder of a planned outing for the two of them came to fight this heartbeat that began to form a lump in her throat and prevent her breaths from coming out rhythmically. She opened the car door and suddenly it seemed much heavier than usual. She unbuckled her seatbelt and slipped out of the large vehicle. It had hurt her when ten years ago she was forced to give up her small, cute little car and drive one of the expensive and monstrous cars provided by her husband, which matched their social status and financial standing. It would have been terribly degrading for Orestis Delmouzos' wife to drive the same car as any common mortal. Her protests were crushed by the weight of Orestis’ arguments and his firm decision to impose his lifestyle on her.