Augusto
Vanessa wasn't the same anymore. I noticed it the moment she left her room. Her hair was haphazardly pulled back.
Dark circles were visible under her eyes, her skin looked paler, her lips dry.
She had lost weight in just a few days, she slept little, or perhaps she wasn't sleeping at all anymore.
There was no need to ask her. There were things a father knew without needing answers.
I watched her walk to the living room. She picked up the bottle of wine, poured a glass, then another, and finally sat down in front of the apartment's enormous window.
She gazed at the city, but I was sure she saw nothing… She just waited.
She waited for a miracle, for everything to disappear, for it all to have been just a nightmare.
I stood there, watching her for a long time. She still belie
