Jean-Luc

Henrique opened the door gently, everything was as it was before the fatal accident, only the silence in the apartment was frightening.

He walked to the empty rooms; the small bedside table next to the large bed was covered in dust. "How long has it been since the accident? ten days, twenty or more?” Henrique murmured, having lost track of time.

Then, in his grandchildren's room, seeing the two beds next to each other, he remembered a conversation he had had with his son:

"Jorge, you have a boy and a girl, they shouldn't sleep in the same room. "

"But Dad, João is ten years old and Ana is only four. They love being together. I'll see about that later. "

Henrique, sitting on João's bed, said in a low voice:

"That later will never come." - He clutched João's pillow and started crying.