Bastien stayed in the office while they carried Elizabeth’s body out to hang it in the living room. He looked at the photos and personal belongings; in the drawers there were memories of the two of them together, nothing he could use.

Lucca stood at the door with a baby in his arms. The child was about four months old. Bastien took him and saw that his eyes were amber-colored.

—Hello, you. I’m your uncle Bastien. This will be the only time in your life you’ll see me, and I hope it stays that way. —He covered the baby and walked out with Lucca to the car. As he got in, a massive explosion shook the mansion. In seconds, the flames devoured everything, reflecting in Bastien’s eyes—. You drive.

—Where are we going?

—I’ll tell you on the way. —Lucca started the car and drove for hours until they reached the other side of the city, a small rural village—. Did you take Elizabeth’s clothes I told you about?

—Yes, they’re in the bag. I took them from the dirty laundry, just like you asked.

—Tu