—Eldifonso Suarez—
5 Years After
I'm sitting in my office chair and working steadily. Suddenly my son's picture flashed on my laptop screen, the delayed ring of the messenger caught my attention.
A wide smile drew my lips as I answered his call. His blonde and curly hair first appeared in the camera. He was playing with his favorite Dino on his bed and making a strange sound, imitating the dinos in his talking book I bought for him when he was still at one.
“Hey! Kiddo, you're playing again. Have you eaten your lunch?!” I asked him.
He shook his head, and now his eyes were focused on me.
“Stop calling me, kiddo! Will you, mask man?” He rolled his inherited eyes from his mother, the woman I killed using my own hands.
Actually, I could have used a gun to kill Valerie, but I thoug
