A few days later, Carlo went back to find that mysterious beautiful girl. He went next to the building where the girl stopped. There an old woman with pale face was staring the building and crying her heart out. Worry, Carlo approached of the woman and asked if everything was fine; she looked at him and started to tell a long story. She had a twenty years old daughter, Anita, that one day, couple of years before, was walking next to that building and was hijacked and murdered. He asked how the girl looked like and, surprisingly, the description corresponded exactly of the girl who Carlo borrow his jacket. Incredulous, he thought it was a coincidence and gave up of look after the girl.
Three months later, it was the death anniversary of Carlo’s mother, and then he went to the cemetery to put some of her favorite flowers, white lilies, on the grave. After some time on the cemetery, he decided to go away. As he was leaving the cemetery, something caught his attention. Full of suspense, he walked into another grave. When he was closer, he noticed the thing that caught his attention: his own jacket on another gravestone! When he picked it up, he almost had a heart attack; on the grave stone he saw the photograph of Anita, and now he was sure: she was the girl he had given a lift to. Since then, Carlo goes to the psychiatrist once a week.
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