**LATIN BEST SELLER BOOK**
--- IN ENGLISH NOW ---
Sarah changed. Now she wants to be a better person. She just wants to leave the past behind and her new priorities are doesn't get in problems, work hard and try to be nice. But when she tries to ge...
What does he mean by "relate to the product"? Maybe it will take place in a Japanese restaurant, I love Japanese restaurant; that's the only way I could relate to immediately. I smile with my own silly joke. When I push away the chair to stand up. It pops up a new e-mail on the screen. "Sent by Alan Alden", it shows on the screen.
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Yes, he knows me very well.
Probably I would make a complete search on all the information that he would give me, and I would do whatever it takes to find it. Profº Alden knows all my moves even before I can think of them, and that makes me sad. I don't want him to get all of his hopes up on me. The more expectations you create, the more disappointing.
Oh, Alden, what do you expect from me?
I don't want my old life back, got it? A frothy, uninteresting, and all in black and white life. I don't want to be that girl who doesn't care about anyone, who just wanted to get one step ahead. That girl had a hot boyfriend, studied at one of the best universities in the country, knew thousands of people and made wherever it takes to get what she wanted, and for being so cutthroat, she was almost dead by one of the great numbers of people who hated her. It feels like centuries ago. I get lost in those memories, but right away my attention goes back to the present and spies a tall and hefty figure by the door.
"Are you busy?" Sam asks, observing my face.
I shake my head to say no to him and to those sad thoughts I try to get rid of. He gets in the room. Sam goes to bed and sits, letting show a small package in his hands. I drag the swivel-chair in his direction, and I look at the green metallic package passing through his fingers. I folded my legs on the chair and put my hands together on my lap. Sam looks at the little box and breathes deeply. He also seems tired.
"I bought it for you," he says and puts the package in my hands.
The package is heavier than I thought. I look at Sam first and then back to the object in my hands. Why does Sam look so different? I look for something on the package to find a way open it. I throw the wrapped package on the floor, and I see a little box that came out of it. A black box with golden leaves on the edgings seems like old jewelry. Sam is tense with the present, I can say that because his eyes are focused on the box, not on me. I remember that he had warned me about the snake when he arrived from abroad, and a warmed comfort makes my shoulders relax. I open the box carefully as if I could break it at any moment, and as soon as I see the object, my body softens.
"Sam..." I whisper.
I can't believe it.
My eyes search for his.
"Remember when you said you could barely remember your childhood," he says, searching for my eyes, "and your oldest memory was when your dad taught you how to wind a watch he wore?" Without giving me any chance to answer, he continues. "Nana told me that there's not much left from the accident, that is why I asked you about the watch. She said that it had been destroyed and she showed me a picture of your dad with it. I dropped by an antiquary in Paris, and I've found this one.
