"Sister...T... "

Silence hit the place, even if a needle fell to hear its sound. A gasp came out of me to put both trembling hands on my mouth. Tears streamed from my eyes, and my body shakes from my suppression to my scream from the horror of what happened and from the pain that captured my chest. That child is dead. His chest does not rise or fall. It is solid like a corpse.

Catarina took her hand away from the child's head to say something while wandering, looking at his corpse, which she had just killed by herself. Red and tears do not stop invading her face, and...