Someone died today, and I’m responsible. But nothing ever happens just like that. Lots of other things happened first. Like the first time I found myself in front of a mirror. The summer I chose my real name. The year at secondary school when I decided I’d had enough of everything and everyone. The casting session where I got chosen. The success of my TV series. All my followers. The tattoo I discovered on someone’s wrist. The night of the murder. And I want you to know my truth. Why what happened, happened. This is my version of the story.
Links:
[1] http://217.160.225.169/node/40152
[2] mailto:maria.paz.serrano@grupo-sm.com
[3] mailto:marta.gallas@grupo-sm.com
[4] http://www.grupo-sm.com
[5] https://es.literaturasm.com/