The silence in the house was so absolute that she could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator.

She walked over to the armchair near the glass wall. With a slow movement, she pulled the curtain aside, and the city below appeared before her, illuminated by the headlights of the few cars still crossing the avenues. The early morning had that bluish, cold tone—yet somehow comforting.

She lifted her eyes toward the sky, barely visible between the buildings, and whispered:

“I know I said You didn’t