"She blames me for the accident," he said, "I can't remember what happened, I have a kind of mental blackout from that moment, but she says that I had to do it," he said with a tremulous voice.

Myriam pressed her lips together.

"If it makes you feel better, my mother also blames me for abandoning my father, she says I should have stopped him, manipulated him to be by our side," she explained, "she doesn't forgive me for not begging him to leave his lover," she confessed and took a sip of wine.

"How do you feel about your mother?" He inquired and fixed his deep gaze on her.

Myriam took a deep breath.

"Pity, sadness, I tried to get closer, but he rejects me, I feel sorry for his situation, but I can't do more," she said. "And you?

Gerald fell silent, drank from his glass, and evaded the question.

"I think we have everything ready to start the fake," he said, "tomorrow you'll bring your things, we'll live together."

Myriam took a deep breath.

"I forgot to tell you that my friend Elsa mus