Elena a apropiat telefonul de fa\u021b\u0103, cu inima b\u0103t\u00e2ndu-i nebune\u0219te. Cei doi p\u0103reau prin\u0219i \u00eentr-un fel de ritual. Margareta vorbea \u00eencet, iar Mihai st\u0103tea nemi\u0219cat, cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i, ca un om hipnotizat.<\/p>\n
\u201eAscult\u0103-m\u0103, fiule\u201d, spunea b\u0103tr\u00e2na, \u201enu te abate de la cuv\u00e2ntul meu. Ea nu trebuie s\u0103 afle. Niciodat\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elena sim\u021bea cum m\u00e2inile \u00eei tremur\u0103. Ce putea \u00eensemna asta? A m\u0103rit imaginea \u0219i a observat o cutie veche din lemn pe mas\u0103. Margareta o deschise \u0219i scoase o lum\u00e2nare neagr\u0103, o bucat\u0103 de p\u00e2nz\u0103 ro\u0219ie \u0219i o fotografie… fotografia Elenei.<\/p>\n
\u201eDoamne, nu\u2026\u201d a \u0219optit ea, dar vocea i s-a oprit \u00een g\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
Margareta a \u00eenceput s\u0103 murmure cuvinte ciudate, necunoscute. Mihai, ca un somnambul, repeta dup\u0103 ea. Ochii lui erau sticlo\u0219i, pierdu\u021bi.<\/p>\n
Elena a sim\u021bit c\u0103 o ia cu le\u0219inul. Totul avea sens acum: de ce so\u021bul ei era rece, de ce p\u0103rea absent, de ce evita orice apropiere. Nu era oboseal\u0103. Era control.<\/p>\n
A \u00eenchis telefonul tremur\u00e2nd \u0219i s-a tr\u00e2ntit pe pat. \u00cen acea noapte nu a \u00eenchis un ochi. Diminea\u021ba, Margareta i-a z\u00e2mbit ca de obicei. \u201eAi dormit bine, draga mea?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elena a sim\u021bit cum o \u00eenv\u0103luie un amestec de fric\u0103 \u0219i furie.
\u00cen urm\u0103toarele zile, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 caute r\u0103spunsuri. A g\u0103sit \u00een bibliotec\u0103 o carte veche, plin\u0103 de praf, cu semne \u0219i simboluri. Pe prima pagin\u0103, scria \u201eRitualul leg\u0103turii de s\u00e2nge.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cu c\u00e2t citea mai mult, cu at\u00e2t sim\u021bea cum stomacul i se str\u00e2nge. Margareta nu era doar o femeie b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i posesiv\u0103. Era cineva care f\u0103cuse un pact ciudat pentru a-l \u021bine pe Mihai sub control.<\/p>\n
Elena \u0219tia c\u0103 trebuia s\u0103 rup\u0103 vraja, dar nu avea nicio dovad\u0103. A\u0219a c\u0103 \u00eentr-o sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd Mihai era la serviciu, a intrat \u00een camera 204. Inima \u00eei b\u0103tea \u00een urechi. \u00cen\u0103untru mirosea a cear\u0103 \u0219i a fum vechi. Pe noptier\u0103 era cutia aceea din lemn, iar l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea \u2014 o \u0219uvi\u021b\u0103 de p\u0103r blond. Al ei.<\/p>\n
F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 stea pe g\u00e2nduri, a luat cutia, a cobor\u00e2t \u00een curte \u0219i a dat foc. Fl\u0103c\u0103rile au trosnit, iar un v\u00e2nt rece a trecut prin curte, ca un geam\u0103t.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd Mihai s-a \u00eentors acas\u0103, p\u0103rea alt om. O privea pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een ochi, de parc\u0103 ar fi v\u0103zut-o cu adev\u0103rat. A venit spre ea \u0219i i-a atins fa\u021ba. \u201eElena\u2026 ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ea a z\u00e2mbit printre lacrimi. \u201eNimic\u2026 doar c\u0103 te-ai \u00eentors acas\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
A doua zi, Margareta nu s-a mai trezit. Doctorii au spus c\u0103 a fost un atac de cord. Dar Elena \u0219tia mai bine.<\/p>\n
De atunci, casa aceea veche a devenit lini\u0219tit\u0103. Aerul era curat, iar lumina p\u0103trundea din nou pe ferestre. Mihai \u0219i-a rec\u0103p\u0103tat c\u0103ldura, iar Elena a \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 uneori, dragostea nu se salveaz\u0103 prin vorbe sau iertare, ci prin curaj.<\/p>\n
Curajul de a privi adev\u0103rul \u00een fa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i \u00een fiecare sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd Mihai o \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a, Elena \u00ee\u0219i amintea de flac\u0103ra aceea care arsese nu doar o cutie veche, ci \u0219i blestemul care le \u00eentunecase via\u021ba.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Elena a apropiat telefonul de fa\u021b\u0103, cu inima b\u0103t\u00e2ndu-i nebune\u0219te. Cei doi p\u0103reau prin\u0219i \u00eentr-un fel de ritual. Margareta vorbea \u00eencet, iar Mihai st\u0103tea nemi\u0219cat, cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i, ca un om hipnotizat. \u201eAscult\u0103-m\u0103, fiule\u201d, spunea b\u0103tr\u00e2na, \u201enu te abate de la cuv\u00e2ntul meu. Ea nu trebuie s\u0103 afle. Niciodat\u0103.\u201d Elena sim\u021bea cum m\u00e2inile \u00eei tremur\u0103. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9828,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9827","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\/9827","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=9827"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9827\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9829,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9827\/revisions\/9829"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9828"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9827"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9827"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9827"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}