* Arole *

For some time Jores and I started talking to each other again. We talk almost every day together. We talk about everything and nothing except us. Since then, I have been bruised to know it with another. Apparently he's very happy with the other girl, whereas I'm here dying of love for him. Today is Wednesday, as usual I come back from the shop a little early. I was already at home when I received a call from the commissioner, the one with whom I had filed the complaint. I answer and he asks me to go to the police station urgently. I hurry, heart pounding to...