Sofía POV
It was only ten in the morning and the day could not start without problems.
I had not been to work and I would bet all my money that my colleagues must have called my department at least twenty times, but I did not pick up the phone. I did not feel like going to my office, I did not want to see my friends, I did not feel like making a coffee or a sandwich right now. I did not feel like doing anything at all. I did not feel like living.
What I wanted to do, basically, was being prepared for the catastrophe. The one that I waited for several years and was willing to accept in order to see her again. See Emma again.
I pulled that heavy machine that I had bought from a website last week. When I found myself in the living room, I hit the power button. The green light from that de
