Chapter 321
Julie's point of view
He answered me with an extreme emotional tenderness that flowed like an anesthetic into my tired limbs: "I do this certainly without interruption every week, Julie... I go there and leave him fresh white roses, and whisper to him that his distant mother loves him very much and has never forgotten him for a day."
In that exact second, the burning tears poured from my eyes abundantly like a waterfall. I pressed with my palm forcefully over my mouth to stifle my crying gasp and the sound of my weeping, and said in a completely choked, lost voice: "Thank you, Max... thank you so much. I must cut the connection quickly now."
He said with regret and sadness for my state: "Goodbye, Julie... take care of yourself."
