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Eleven months have passed since the last time they saw her, and if you asked each one separately, they had their own hopes or despairs.
Eleven months since someone took her, leaving a totally desolate and unanswered Bass and well, Miles, who had lost the complete sense of his existence.
Eleven months in which Charlie couldn't even recognize herself.
She only had the memory of the day they took her and put her in a van, which smelled of everything but clean, she knew she had left her last class of the day late and, that's it, that's where her life seemed to end.
A life she loved now that she lived with her father, Miles, and Bass, his best friend, since Rachel decided to travel to England to acquire knowledge more than two years ago.
They lost all contact at least two months after her departure, knew she was fine, but neither side had an interest in forcing something that she never was, not even with her daughter.
Charlie was the girl of both men, although in different ways, they loved that girl more than their own life and would never have been prepared to lose her.
April 16 and the memory of the day that marked, them forever, of the damn day that Charlie didn’t come back and they would soon know that that day would become a month, then two, and so on until they reached eleven months longer than all of them.
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She had no way of knowing if it was day, night or even if the days were still passing. She just wanted to close her eyes and appear anywhere but where she was.
They had not fed her for many days, and they only gave her water once a day. She did not think she could take much longer and they believed the same because when she finally fell asleep, it seemed that she was hardly going to survive, they decided that that was no longer their problem.
And so it was that once again she was left alone at the mercy of life somewhere on the street, in a park, that she did not even know and, anyway, it did not matter because she did not have the necessary strength even to try to walk the place with the look.
She took the only option she had, and so she closed her eyes again, asking for a better awakening to whoever listens to her.