EXPLANATORY NOTE: This chapter contains hints of sexuality, explicit violence, and sensitive (religious) themes for some adults.
If you are sensitive to these themes, it is recommended that you stop reading this story.
Inside the drawer of panties that John collects, only a few remain among the ashes left by the others.
The last pieces catch fire, burning up.
Meanwhile, that woman licks John's cheeks like a wolf licking its prey.
The breeze comes through the half-closed balcony door.
The curtain flutters gently.
The powerful body of that woman, completely different from Alice's, rises above the bed and disappears into the thick mist that surrounds her.
Before disappearing, she licks her lips and exclaims with delight: John!
In the living room of her house, in the darkness, lies a woman praying, kneeling and in pain.
She cries profusely.
On the threshold of the living room, the figure of an elderly man can be seen.
As he steps away from the threshold and emerges from the darkness, Walter, with a melancholic voice, manages to say quietly: "I'm sorry, Gina."
There is sorrow in his gaze, but also resignation.
In the neighborhood where John lives, the front lights of all the houses have come on.
On the highway, Raúl is approaching a gas station with a convenience store next door.
He looks in the rearview mirror and finds Rose asleep, covered with a blanket.
He can't decipher it, but he feels a slight tightness in his chest.
The first thought that crosses his mind is John.
He immediately takes out his phone; he has a weak signal, just enough to make the call.
At John's house, in the living room, on the armchair, almost slipped away, lies John's jacket.
The phone rings in that house, an empty echo.