That same afternoon, while Louis and Rebecca celebrated the dismissal of the case, Bernard in his apartment was struggling between feeling hate and frustration, or sadness and grief. His friends had left, once they left him all prepared for the baby's attention: the food properly bottled and that he just had to warm up when he gave it to him and the diapers prepared with his wet wipes; and for him: the dinner in the oven.
He had stood at the door of the baby's room after he fell asleep in his crib, watching him. Seeing him reminded him of his father, Nathan, and that made him feel great impotence for not having achieved he was recognized as his son, besides frustrated.
He also at times felt a deep sadness to be alone and remember Margaret. He felt lost and aimless; his short-term goal
