CHAPTER 48 - THE BRIDGE

“What a failure…”

He wanted to shout but no voice came out of his mouth. He almost tweaked himself until a little pair of shoes stopped in front of him and when he looked at it... It was a little boy giving him a phone covered with fresh blood. The boy holds the phone without disgust.

“The lady on the stretcher dropped this earlier. Is this hers?” The child asked, looking at his grieving face.

“No… It’s mine. Thanks.” He took it and smiled sadly at the boy.

“You should change your clothes, mister.” He said as he saw Ferran’s clothes full of blood.

“I will... Maybe later.”

“Did she survive?” The boy asked out of curiosity.

“Uhm... No. She didn’t.”

“Ah...” The boy looked down. “Condolence, mister.” Ferran just nodded. “By the way, is she your wife, sister, fiancee, girlfriend---”

“No. She’s just a friend of mine.”

“Oh.” His lips formed a thin line. “Don’t be sad, mister. I know what you feel. You know what? I lost my mom during the epidemic...”

Ferran froze a bit and cursed inside his m