I spent longer than I really intended in the bathroom. The fact was that in there, I could let out my tears and my despair. There was no one watching and I didn't need to be strong. It was just me and my pain.
I let the water envelop my body, so that the heat concentrated on my muscles and relaxed them little by little. I tried to keep my eyes closed at first, but the images of David in the hospital bed filled my mind in such a way that I realized that staring at the bathroom tiles would be better.
Black. White. Black. White.
The feeling of guilt put almost unbearable pressure on my temples, creating a throbbing pain. If I hadn't been so preoccupied with making money, I would surely have noticed some evidence that things weren't going well with my brother. Over the last few days he'd
