Silvain leaves the kitchen, leaving an absence that has a contradictory effect on me. I don't know how to explain it, I don't want to, and I think about it.

I finish doing things there, thoughtful. I put on my shoes in the room and adjust my backpack on my back.

I'll go home, I should be happy, but I'm not. When I leave, Silvain waits for me and directs me to the exit.

“Will I come tomorrow?” I ask him.

“Yes, stick to the same schedule, goodbye” he says goodbye, it seems that he urgently needs my departure.

I limp to the elevator and get in. Before the mirrored doors of the elevator close, I see him for the last time, an image that does not perish in my mind, but is etched in fire, compressing my lungs.

I go to the apartment in a taxi, to my surprise Mila is in the living room. He directs his eyes to my strange walk, I explain to him that it was an accident at work. I also tell him that I was in Silvain's attic, since he assigned me the job there.

“Oh really? let me see your foot" She