I stop at one of the gas stations. I put the gun in the tank and go to pay, I take a cup of coffee and a French hotdot. I love hot dogs at gas stations, they are so cool. When I look at the sausage, I think about Denis, and for some reason I smile to myself.

“And yet we will be together, no matter what happens,” I reassure myself, but in my heart I understand that this is not true. That it is possible that when I decide to return, he will already have another, he will have a whole legion of these others. As it was before....