After hours and hours of panic and despair, Rick's house was finally quiet.
Rick was inside the bedroom of his daughter, sitting on the edge of her bed and looking at her with sad eyes. His face was dark and his body was stiff due to the tension.
After some minutes immersed in complete silence, gazing at the little girl and holding his tears, the door of the bedroom opened and Susie's aunt entered with careful steps and a tired expression.
When Susie began to show signals of feeling really bad, Ana was the one feeling the most desperate. The little girl meant the world for her, after all. Seeing her suffering like that was just like torture to her.
