Rafael Vidal peeked out from behind the curtain onto the street. Snow had fallen during the night, and it was as if the world had been cleaned, as if some of the grime had washed away.
It was an illusion.
The front door of the house across the street opened. Rafael leaned back and made sure the curtain covered him. He was on the second floor, but it didn’t mean his neighbor couldn’t look up and spot him. Had Rafael lived there, he’d have done his best to ignore the ugly apartment building, but it didn’t mean the man would.
He was right on the border of the suburb, the first apartment building on the block, and what followed behind was one dusky gray apartment building after the other. Luckily, his windows were facing away from them. All he could see were cute little houses, with perfect
