Amalia woke up early, she did not sleep much, not since the moment when Hephaestus finally confessed the truth, precisely during her return flight, she could not avoid the memories of that day.

″″The truth Amalia, is that I have no idea if that's really your name, I made up that name because you lost your memory. The same day when I buried my wife and my daughter, who died giving birth with my baby, I told the driver to drive around the city, I was devastated and I didn't want to get home, because everything reminded me of her. In one of those streets, you ran out unexpectedly, without looking to the sides and he ran over you, I got out and carried you, you were carrying little Bianca in your arms still with the umbilical cord, you were bleeding and you were very weak, you had hit your head and I brought you to my house, I took care of you and the baby, when you woke up you thought I was your husband and I didn't get you out of your mistake, I just took you with the current, because i