We sat on a bench under a huge tree full of flowers.The place was quiet, since it was still early in the morning.“First, I want you to promise me you won't tell the boss that I told you this, and not anyone else either—not my uncle, not Saulo, not—”“All right, Denise, I got it. I won't tell anyone, I promise,” I interrupted her.“Look, I hope you're not in a hurry, okay? Because the story is long.”“Oh, Denise, just tell me already, I'm getting more and more curious!”“You're just like me.” She laughed. “But that's normal. Who doesn't like a good piece of gossip? And honestly, I can imagine what's going through your head, arriving at a house and finding a newborn without a mother.”“Thank goodness you understand me, Denise. Where is Noah's mother? Did she die?”“No, my dear, Noah's mother is very much alive.”“Then where is she?” I asked, curious.“I told you the story is long. For you to understand, I have to start from the beginning.”“Then start already, woman!” I had already be
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