When I enter J's house, the first thing I notice is the smell of cookies in the air, as if they had just come out of the oven.
J walks ahead of Solangie and me and tells us to follow him. We both did it until we reached the back garden of her house where there was something like a small room of two meters by two meters.
These are the parts of the project that we must assemble for tomorrow.
The sun starts to go down, which makes the sky turn orange, so I watch J walk with her back to us as she leads us into the small room. In the afternoon, Solange makes her white hair get a peculiar shine.
It suits you.
I mean, it looks horrible.
A fleeting memory of him holding my hand floods my mind, which makes me shake my head trying to erase the memory with a stroke of the pen.
“Are you OK? Sol
