Through the car window, with his gaze passing through the curtain of rain, Camilo Nogueira saw a mother and child walking out from the entrance of the residential area.
One big, one small, each holding an umbrella, hand in hand they walked out.
On the adult's hand holding the umbrella handle, two fingers were wrapped with band-aids.
A long dress, slender figure, yet delicate and beautiful, showed none of the previous weakness, pallor, powerlessness, or haggardness. She occasionally bowed her head to speak to the child, her eyebrows and eyes accentuated with a smile, her lips gently curving, embodying warmth and charm, a serene and gentle vibe unknowingly capturing the gaze.
Until the two were far away, rounding a corner, completely disappearing from view.
Camilo Nogueira took a deep breath.
The morning air, clean and crisp, carried a slight dampness, but cleansed the lungs.
For a long time.
Camilo Nogueira took out his phone and dialed a friend's number.
"No meeting."
