The woman was a ghost... a ghost of what had been, a long time had passed... yes a long time, she had not forgotten even if she wanted to, the woman was sitting at her desk waiting for the hostages that the brotherhood without banners had obtained for her, she fixed her gaze when she heard the creak of the open door, and her gaze froze, she spoke but no sound was issued, she had forgotten the gash cut into her neck that did not allow her to speak, that deprived her of her daughter