Aldana's gaze fell on the screen, and when mentioning Philip, her expression was very calm: "Didn't say anything. Just some incoherent stuff, I've almost forgotten it all."
Eric couldn't be sure if Aldana really forgot the things or if she just didn't want to talk to him. He didn't press further, simply sitting with Aldana on the sofa watching TV, both deep in their own thoughts.
The mottled light and shadow from the TV screen cast over their faces, as if putting a false mask on both, indistinct and elusive.
Aldana watched for a while, then leaned on the sofa and gradually fell asleep.
Her body, completely different from five years ago, not sure what happened, once a person who rarely caught colds or fevers, now increasingly weak, like a withering flower, evidently fading away.
He turned his head to look at her serene, pale face, her delicate features carrying deep fatigue. He reached out, gently smoothing her frowning brow, relaxing the furrowed center.
