I knocked twice on Dr. Evanson's door. I waited for your pass, upon receiving it I entered your office at the exact time you indicated. My palms sweated, my heart in its box leaped with ferocity; a rush twisted my insides when I settled under his indecipherable gaze.

“Which is the diagnosis? Tell me please”

“Mariane, how have you been?”

“Wrong, I couldn't have been any other way, what does Ismail have? No more detours, doctor" I implored.

“Smith has not arrived yet, he will explain everything to you. For my part, I can inform you that he is recovering well from the injury, and I am very surprised that he is progressing quickly”

"I'm glad to hear it, it's comforting news."

"Miss Lombardi" they called me.

I turned around finding another man in a white coat, but younger than Marc. I nodded without recognizing him, I looked at Evanson.

“He's the doctor who handles Ismail's case” He approached, offering me a hand, which I accepted receiving a careful shake.

“That's how it is. Tony Smith, p