Inside the car, nobody said a word. It was silent for some minutes. I decided to break the silence after a few moments.

“Thanks for the food, I appreciate it.”

He didn’t reply.

Minutes later, a quarter of the way to my house, he finally spoke.

“How did your parents die?”

I looked at him, but he wasn’t even looking at me, just facing the front view.

“At sixteen, I had a similar dream to the last one, but that time it was a plane crash. My parents were going for their wedding anniversary vacation. I was supposed to leave school the next day. I had the dream, and it...