Lucas had noticed the laptop after calming down a little, but he had thought it had been something to fight against boredom before the sick woman went into a coma.
He took it and opened it. The video was on the desktop, and he didn't have to look deeper on the drive.
When he played it, he saw the Christina he remembered, not chubby, but not skinny either, at the perfect border and with a beauty to which she added her trademark gentle smile that remained among the traits he remembered the most. Only, her hair was the faded burgundy he just saw, and her eyes were different, having become electric blue.
She was pallid, like she was suffering from a sickness, but he recognized that pallor, and he didn't like what might have caused it one bit.
She talked as she faced the camera:
