Dup\u0103 acea zi, casa nu a mai fost la fel. Lidia nu mai dormea noaptea. Se ridica din pat, mergea p\u00e2n\u0103 la geam \u0219i privea curtea sc\u0103ldat\u0103 \u00een lumina lunii. F\u00e2nt\u00e2na veche, astupat\u0103 cu p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i pietre, p\u0103rea acum un ochi \u00eentunecat care o privea \u00eenapoi.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o noapte, pe la trei, un zgomot u\u0219or de metal a f\u0103cut-o s\u0103 tresar\u0103. A cobor\u00e2t \u00eencet sc\u0103rile, \u021bin\u00e2nd \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 lanterna de pe telefon. Ionu\u021b st\u0103tea \u00een mijlocul sufrageriei, cu lopata mic\u0103 de juc\u0103rie \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce faci, puiule? \u2014 a \u00eentrebat ea cu glas stins.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ea m\u0103 strig\u0103, mami. Spune c\u0103 o dor m\u00e2inile\u2026 \u0219i c\u0103 e frig acolo jos.<\/p>\n
Inima Lidiei s-a str\u00e2ns. L-a luat \u00een bra\u021be \u0219i l-a dus \u00eenapoi \u00een pat, dar nu a mai putut \u00eenchide un ochi p\u00e2n\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
A doua zi, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 nimic lui Daniel, s-a dus la prim\u0103rie. A cerut planurile vechi ale casei. Un b\u0103rbat b\u0103tr\u00e2n, care lucra acolo de zeci de ani, a ridicat spr\u00e2nceana.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pe terenul acela a fost odat\u0103 o gospod\u0103rie. O femeie a disp\u0103rut de acolo, dar n-au g\u0103sit nimic. So\u021bul ei s-a mutat imediat dup\u0103.<\/p>\n
Lidia a sim\u021bit cum \u00eei fuge p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de sub picioare.<\/p>\n
Seara, l-a privit pe Daniel \u00een timp ce acesta bea bere \u00een fa\u021ba televizorului. O \u00eentrebare i se zb\u0103tea pe buze, dar n-a avut curajul s-o rosteasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva zile mai t\u00e2rziu, un miros greu, de p\u0103m\u00e2nt ud, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 vin\u0103 din curte. C\u00e2inele l\u0103tra necontenit spre locul unde fusese f\u00e2nt\u00e2na. Daniel a zis c\u0103 e doar un \u0219obolan mort. Dar Lidia nu-l mai credea.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, pe c\u00e2nd el era la serviciu, a chemat un vecin cu un excavator mic. Sub stratul de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, la nici doi metri, au g\u0103sit o bucat\u0103 de material albastru. Lidia a sim\u021bit c\u0103 se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te.<\/p>\n
Poli\u021bia a venit imediat. C\u00e2nd Daniel s-a \u00eentors acas\u0103 \u0219i a v\u0103zut ma\u0219inile parcate \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, a \u00eencercat s\u0103 fug\u0103, dar era prea t\u00e2rziu.<\/p>\n
Testele ADN au confirmat totul. Femeia g\u0103sit\u0103 acolo fusese so\u021bia lui, Elena, disp\u0103rut\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 urm\u0103 cu ani \u00een urm\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ionu\u021b a fost dus la un centru de protec\u021bie, dar Lidia a continuat s\u0103-l viziteze \u00een fiecare s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi, b\u0103iatul a desenat o femeie cu p\u0103rul negru \u0219i o rochie albastr\u0103, st\u00e2nd l\u00e2ng\u0103 o f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103, iar l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea \u2014 o inim\u0103 mare, ro\u0219ie.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Cine e? \u2014 a \u00eentrebat Lidia.<\/p>\n
\u2014 E mama Elena, dar acum z\u00e2mbe\u0219te. A zis c\u0103 e liber\u0103.<\/p>\n
Lidia a sim\u021bit cum lacrimile \u00eei curg pe obraji. A \u00eengenuncheat l\u00e2ng\u0103 el \u0219i l-a str\u00e2ns la piept.<\/p>\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103, casa a fost lini\u0219tit\u0103. F\u00e2nt\u00e2na a fost astupat\u0103 pentru totdeauna, iar \u00een locul ei au plantat un cire\u0219. Prim\u0103vara urm\u0103toare, c\u00e2nd florile albe s-au deschis \u00een lumina soarelui, Lidia a sim\u021bit c\u0103 sufletul femeii g\u0103sise \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it pace.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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