Crisis of the Dawn

The winter dawn is cold.

A month has passed since Emanuele saw her sister die. One month, and even then, the memory was still latent and terrible.

The girl had already been to therapy, but the nightmares continued to torment her. Joshua didn't know what to do anymore, since every night at two o'clock in the morning the girl's terrified screams woke him up.

The teacher got out of his own bed in the dim light. The clock on his cell phone said it was one hour and fifty minutes, that is, ten minutes before the nightmares began.

Standing up, taking care not to make any excessive noise, Joshua opened the door to his room, going towards Emanuele's door.

But the door was open.

Frowning, the man approaches the room. Her bed is empty.

Still not making hasty decisions, Joshua goes to the living room, equally empty.

His heart only slows down when he sees the girl sitting at the table, drinking a glass of water. She watches him without saying anything, then goes back to sipping the liquid.

Slowly