The lights intermingled with the shadows, projecting ghostly figures throughout the internal structure of the theater. As usual, Angy was alone; She had been last, purposely lagging behind to think clearly with no one present. The forced return to work had been harder than she had at first imagined: the looks of astonishment, grief and concern from her colleagues pierced her like daggers.Silence enveloped her calmly, healing the wounds that could not be seen, trying to think about the harsh but sincere words of her friend. He couldn't believe he'd been able to get his hand on her; If it had been the other way around, all the weight would have fallen on Evan, but since she was the executor of the slap, the poor man had
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