The building bore her name… and she feared the worst.

would fall asleep in his lap watching cartoons.

Over time, what began as a company became a family.

And then Ernesto died.

It was fast, too fast.

A heart attack.

A phone call.

A hospital.

A white corridor.

A doctor with that empty voice used by those who repeat tragedies every day.

Alice would always remember the sound of her own shoes on the shiny floor as continue reading …