"James, no! Don't do it!" Helen shouted, determined to sacrifice her own life to save her son's one. A single drop of sweat appeared on James's right temple as he pushed his outstretched arm toward his son, the trigger finger was ready to trigger the firing pin. He had decided that he would have shot him in the back of the head, a single blow and no suffering, then he would have put the cane in the center of his own forehead and he would have fired for the second time. The curtain would have finally fallen on that absurd story and he thought it would have been a real liberation because he felt too worn out to move forward. But a fraction of a second before James fired, Mc January dealt a mighty shoulder to Harry, the invisible hand that seized Helen opened and she lost altitude, crashed in
