His extraordinary beauty, his majestic and considerable aura disappearing in an ocean of devouring fire that knew neither pity nor limit.
To think of this still young, incredible and spectacular life being extinguished in this way was simply inconceivable. "I can't do it. I could never do it" she realized, resigned.
She got up, took another shower, and put on a robe. She left the house, looked at him one last time, then got back into the SUV and drove to her apartment where she packed what she thought was essential into a suitcase, put on a pale blue suit, tied her hair up in a strict bun, hid her eyes behind sunglasses and then wanted to leave directly for the airport. But at the last moment, she decided to go to the hotel where she wanted to say goodbye to her manager and friend David Holt. He was a man in his late sixties, who loved his job almost as much as his wife and children. He was a rotund but still distinguished man, of Nordic type, jovial and very broad-minded.
