A few hours before...
Looking at her with his grim gaze, Peter asks her again seeing that her mother only looks at him with her wide and frightened eyes.
- Come on, Mama, what did you do to separate me from my wife?
- Well, you-you misunderstood, dear, I wasn’t...
"Paw"
The table next to it that has bibelôs and vases of flowers, were all on the floor spreading making a loud bang.
His panting son, had his palm with a cut due to the sharp pieces on the table that he himself who had the pieces on the table were cutting the moment he knocked them to the ground in his rage. The blood from that cut dripped staining the white marble floor. Sophie, frightened by her son’s attitude and seeing his hand bleeding, runs to the rescue.
- My son. Come on, let’s clean that cut. Oh, my God.
Holdi
