Vocea lui Kiril era joas\u0103, aproape un \u0219oapt\u0103, dar fiecare cuv\u00e2nt r\u0103suna ap\u0103sat \u00een camera t\u0103cut\u0103, ca un ecou al adev\u0103rului murdar pe care \u00eel purta de at\u00e2ta vreme.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu \u0219tiu de ce tot trag de timp cu tine, Larisa\u2026 Poate pentru c\u0103 nu vreau s\u0103 par un monstru. Dar nu mai pot. M-ai \u021binut \u00een umbr\u0103 ani \u00eentregi, m-ai tratat ca pe un copil incompetent, iar afacerea aia\u2026 afacerea aia ar fi fost cu totul altceva dac\u0103 era \u00een m\u00e2inile mele.<\/p>\n
Kiril \u00ee\u0219i trecu m\u00e2na prin p\u0103r \u0219i continu\u0103, de parc\u0103 femeia incon\u0219tient\u0103 din fa\u021ba lui ar fi fost un jurnal mut, care nu putea r\u0103spunde, dar pe care putea, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, s\u0103-l umple cu ce-l ardea pe din\u0103untru.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Am avut r\u0103bdare. At\u00e2ta r\u0103bdare\u2026 P\u0103rin\u021bii t\u0103i \u00eenc\u0103 m\u0103 cred un \u00eenger. Medicii m\u0103 privesc cu compasiune. Dar nimeni nu \u0219tie ce u\u0219urare ar fi dac\u0103\u2026 dac\u0103 te-ai duce, pur \u0219i simplu. Ai l\u0103sa totul. Mie. A\u0219a cum ar fi trebuit s\u0103 fie de la \u00eenceput.<\/p>\n
Se opri, privind chipul palid \u0219i nemi\u0219cat al Larisei. Apoi oft\u0103 ad\u00e2nc \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i drese vocea.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218i \u0219tii ce e cel mai absurd? C\u0103, \u00een ciuda tuturor lucrurilor, \u00eentr-o vreme chiar te-am iubit. Poate mai mult dec\u00e2t meri\u021bi. Dar acum… tot ce simt e grea\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Se ridic\u0103, l\u0103s\u00e2nd buchetul pe noptier\u0103. F\u0103cu doi pa\u0219i spre u\u0219\u0103, dar un sunet slab, abia perceptibil, \u00eel f\u0103cu s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103. Era un fo\u0219net, un mi\u0219cat brusc al lenjeriei de pat, aproape ca o respira\u021bie re\u021binut\u0103.<\/p>\n
Kiril \u00eenghe\u021b\u0103. Se uit\u0103 \u00een jur, dar nu v\u0103zu nimic neobi\u0219nuit. \u00cens\u0103 ceva nu era \u00een regul\u0103.<\/p>\n
Se aplec\u0103 \u00eencet \u0219i ridic\u0103 col\u021bul cear\u0219afului care at\u00e2rna p\u00e2n\u0103 jos.<\/p>\n
Sub pat, \u00een \u00eentuneric, o pereche de ochi larg deschi\u0219i \u00eel priveau \u00eenapoi.<\/p>\n
Un copil.<\/p>\n
Emma.<\/p>\n
Nepoata Larisei, fiica surorii ei, venit\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i vad\u0103 m\u0103tu\u0219a. Se ascunsese sub pat de ru\u0219ine, de team\u0103 c\u0103 nu fusese binevenit\u0103 sau c\u0103 ar fi \u00eencurcat vizita. Dar ceea ce auzise \u00een ultimele minute… nu era ceva ce o feti\u021b\u0103 de 10 ani ar fi trebuit vreodat\u0103 s\u0103 aud\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ochii fetei erau umezi \u0219i largi, iar respira\u021bia sacadat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Emma?! b\u00e2igui Kiril, f\u0103c\u00e2nd un pas \u00eenapoi. Ce\u2026 Ce cau\u021bi acolo?<\/p>\n
Fata nu spuse nimic.<\/p>\n
Doar \u00eel privi.<\/p>\n
\u0218i, \u00een acea privire, Kiril sim\u021bi pentru prima dat\u0103 o fric\u0103 adev\u0103rat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103 \u0219tia ce urmeaz\u0103.<\/p>\n
Emma avea s\u0103 povesteasc\u0103 tot. P\u0103rin\u021bilor. Medicilor. P\u0103rin\u021bilor Larisei. Iar imaginea lui de \u201eso\u021b iubitor\u201d avea s\u0103 se pr\u0103bu\u0219easc\u0103 ca un castel de nisip.<\/p>\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103, nu Larisa era cea care \u00eei amenin\u021ba via\u021ba construit\u0103 cu grij\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ci cineva mic, cu ochi mari \u0219i o memorie bun\u0103.<\/p>\n
Iar adev\u0103rul, odat\u0103 ie\u0219it la lumin\u0103\u2026 nu putea fi b\u0103gat la loc sub pat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Vocea lui Kiril era joas\u0103, aproape un \u0219oapt\u0103, dar fiecare cuv\u00e2nt r\u0103suna ap\u0103sat \u00een camera t\u0103cut\u0103, ca un ecou al adev\u0103rului murdar pe care \u00eel purta de at\u00e2ta vreme. \u2014 Nu \u0219tiu de ce tot trag de timp cu tine, Larisa\u2026 Poate pentru c\u0103 nu vreau s\u0103 par un monstru. Dar nu mai pot. M-ai […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":654,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-653","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-povesti"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/653","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=653"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/653\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":656,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/653\/revisions\/656"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/654"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=653"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=653"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=653"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}