Nephews, stepsons, nieces. Everyone brandished their apologies. Work obligations, children, lack of space. It was then that Samuel made a proposal that no one dared to imagine: to open his guest room to him. Susana initially refused, out of pride, for fear of being a burden to him. He maintained his offer. She ended up accepting.
What was whispered every evening
What no one knew was this ritual that was played out at 9 p.m. in this little room. Samuel dragged a wooden chair to the edge of the bed, dimmed the light almost entirely, and began to speak. He was talking about Ana, his little sister who had been killed eight years earlier in an accident, one evening when he had not been able to be by her side. A deeply buried guilt, never confided in anyone, which has since consumed him in secret.
