Chapter 65

• Dylan licked his parched little lips, looking up at his father, with what little lucidity he had, the man stroked his tousled hair.
• "Where's mommy?" asked the little boy, with that innocence that always filled the man with enthusiasm for life.
• It was daytime, a sunny one. The party had left everyone exhausted, including the little boy who had not climbed on the roof because it had been impossible for him to do so, but his hyperactivity was the reason why he had slept late. It was eleven o'clock in the morning and little Dylan lay with his eyes barely open, asking for what he thought was his mother.