Fiero and I arrived in the other town. Fiero was in the driver’s seat and we stopped at the side, seeing the view of the city. It was already dark. We had wine and food with us.

I don’t know how we will talk or how I will talk to him. I am afraid that Fiero might blame me for what happened to him. But he looks fine now. It looks like his suicidal phase is over.

I got off and in the back of the pick-up I sat down. The car headlights were on and I opened the wine I was carrying. Fiero looked at me and took a...