Dear Diary. Chapter 8.

The news of that day assured that the weather forecast would be sunny and full of life, but the reality was a completely different one. It was only eleven in the morning but it seemed that the day there would be no ray of light: the clouds had made their presence known and they were not willing to stop being the protagonists in the sky. Or at least that's how the mother who was sitting —and in complete silence— in front of an officer perceived it.

—How can I help you, ma'am?

The man's voice managed to make her land in the real world and sigh once more as she realized where she was now. A police station. She wanted to answer the officer's question, but she couldn't utter anything at all. Her voice seemed to get stuck in her throat, and no matter how hard she tried to speak, she failed several times.