It was raining. I was standing in front of the window, at the window, looking outside, as my heart shuddered to every boom of the rainstorms. I was standing with the twins. I was looking away from outside, at something, to looking at them, and their eyes were distorted in fear. They were afraid of the rain. I breathed as I moved towards them.

"Hello, children, don't fear. I am here with you," I whispered, stooping down to their level.

"We want our mummy," responded one of the twins, his voice shaking and pathetic.

"Don't fear, you will meet your mummy soon, and we will stay together," I said, trying...