“Commander! Send an ambulance and patrols to the morgue immediately! It’s an emergency!
Weeks before, those childish laughs did not resound in a funeral enclosure, but under the warm sun that bathed the immense pool of a luxurious mansion.
Cayo and Cael, ten-year-old identical twins, ran barefoot down the grass, armed with water balloons. They were a whirlwind of energy and laughter, enjoying their own childhood.
“You failed!” Cael shouted at his brother, dodging a blue balloon that exploded against the terracotta floor. Now you go!
He launched his counterattack with all his might. Cayo, agile as always, ducked in time. The balloon went on and hit directly on Patricia’s face, who was sunbathing peacefully in a lounger, ruining her salon hairstyle and soaking her expensive dark glasses.
The children’s laughs stopped suddenly.
Marcos, the father of the twins and Patricia’s new husband, was incorporated from her seat, worried.
“Are you okay, my love?”
Patricia forced the sweetest smile she could put together, swallowing the fury that boiled her in her blood.
“All right, honey. In this heat, the water is even appreciated,” he said, removing his wet glasses with a gesture that was trying to be casual.
The children approached, genuinely regretful.
“Sorry, Patricia, it was for Cayo,” Cael muttered, head down.
Marcos frowned.
“Be careful, go play further away on the other side of the pool. It can’t happen again.
