Shadows and Stars.

The dazzling shine of the silver sequins on my dress was reflected in the mirror in the couple's bedroom. The luxurious limousine, elegantly parked outside my house, was waiting for me to take me to the Dolby Theater in Los Angeles. At the age of 21, I found myself nominated for a prestigious Hollywood Film Academy Award, being recognized as the best supporting actress. At this pivotal moment in my career, I was shining like the brightest star in the vast sky of the film industry.

However, behind this dream, a dark and deteriorated reality was hidden, revealing itself between the curtains and cameras.

Even after being elegantly dressed, I chose to abandon the dazzling glitter ensemble. I stripped off my sumptuous jewelry and dress, taking advantage of the fact that Jack, my partner, and talented actor, had already gone to the ceremony before me. I was quick to follow through on my meticulously planned escape plan. I slid the prepared suitcase from under the bed, changed my look by adopting a straight black wig, and collected the falsified documents obtained on the underground market for the trip. I went down to the car, adopting Lily's new identity and leaving behind the name Sara Jim. In less than half an hour, I was already in the international airport hangar, ready to board the chartered plane. The driver hired exclusively for this route was rewarded to disappear, keeping my actions in absolute secrecy.

The private plane took off an hour after I left Los Angeles airport. I anticipated that Jack would only notice my absence when he noticed that my face was not among those indicated. Our relationship was kept strictly secret, thus escaping the uncomfortable lenses of the paparazzi that disturb the lives of celebrities. On the plane, I toasted with champagne and, at the same time, cried over the difficult decision I made. Leaving him was not simple, but at that time it was the only viable solution. Today, 15 years after I left, my heart still flutters wildly when I remember those intense moments.

*Chapter 1- Lily*

Amid the tranquility of the cafeteria at the main hospital in Cannes, I was trying to relax after undergoing a six-hour surgery. Little Béatrice, just four years old, had been the victim of a serious accident and I had fought hard to save her. My body ached under the surgical lights, and the smell of formaldehyde permeated my lab coat. I was so tired that I didn't notice the place filling up within a few minutes, while someone turned on the TV. My thoughts were focused on the salad and the juice, my stomach growled with hunger, after more than eight hours without eating anything.

At that moment, Candance entered, as always relaxed.

"Lily, Lilly. Are you well? Wow, Lily, you look like a mess! How was the case?" She asked, standing next to me, looking around the room, placing a coffee in my hands. I told her about the challenges of surgery.

"Are you really okay?" He asked with concern.

"Yes I am. Why? What crowd is this at the cafeteria?"

"Friend, what world do you live in? Today is the opening day of the Cannes Film Festival. The city is teeming with magnificent artists." I smiled nervously, as there was no point in thinking about festivities at that moment.

"I left home without eating and when I arrived, there was already a rush here at the hospital, I finished a surgery that lasted almost six hours. The child is only four years old and wants me to remember the Cannes Film Festival, Candance?"

"What a bad mood this is! The child is alive, thanks to you, doctor."

Immediately, I noticed the rudeness in my voice when I spoke to her. Candance, after mumbling an appropriate response, bit the sandwich harder than usual, still standing next to me. This indicated his dissatisfaction.

"I apologize" I said, stroking his hand, "and sit with me. I'm tired, and you know how I feel after surgery, especially when it involves a child."

"You don't need to say sorry. You are stressed. Just focus on work. Lily, how long has it been since you had fun with a man? What's wrong with watching famous actors walk the red carpet? You need to relax, woman. In life, not everything is work. There is life beyond this hospital. Have you ever stopped to think about it?"

"Okay, okay. So I suggest we enjoy the glow of the red carpet."

I looked at the television that Candance and half the hospital were watching... The room was full of ecstatic women. That was when on TV I saw the image of Jack Alton, my old love from the past, who had just arrived and was walking down the main corridor. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized him after so long.

"Beautiful, isn't it, Lily?" Questioned my friend, observing my eyes fixed on the screen. My eyes were stuck there, unable to look away. He was older, but still stunning. His wide smile brought back memories of how he used to smile at me, especially on busy mornings when they were both involved in recording, writing, and media.

I blinked quickly, trying to escape Candance's question.

"I do not know him. You know it's rare for me to watch movies, series and things like that."

"I'll ask again, friend. In what world do you live in?"

"I live in the world of work, which I love, by the way. And occasionally some kind of relationship and lots of reading. You know how much I like reading."

"But, tell me, even so, looking at the television now. He is incredible! Can you imagine if I met him in person?" Candance sighed, almost as if in a daydream.

"Do you think you would live in a fairy tale?" I replied seriously, but with a mischievous smile. "Like Cinderella. You would be the Cinderella, and he would be the rich, charming and handsome prince."

She let out a laugh.

"No, I would just take a photo."

He also smiles. She had this gift; Even though she was serious and, at times, frowning, Candance always managed to make me smile. I looked back at the screen, and now my eyes were fixed on the images of him alone, in increasingly stunning poses.

"Lily, you're not falling in love with Jack, are you? Don't take your eyes off the screen. Look at all the women in the cafeteria. It's a tough competition." She joked.

I thought quickly and decided it was time to leave. I stood up and kissed the tall woman on the cheek, with light hair, green eyes and skin as clear as snow.

"Enjoy your actor's vision. I need to rest and go home to sleep."

" I'll come by so we can go work together."

"Yes, commander." I joked, making a sign of agreement.

"I mean, I'm on duty today. I'll have coffee at your house."

My old residence, by the sea, on the main avenue, was my refuge.

***

I sat on the boardwalk and breathed in the sea breeze. It was spring; the sun warmed the heart and the flowers bloomed in the flowerbeds. The building, which I lived in, had three floors and six apartments. Nobody knew, but I was the owner of it all. Apartment rentals provided me with extra income. Despite being a recognized surgeon in the city, my salary would not be enough to acquire a building worth millions of euros. So, this was one of my well-kept secrets.

Tired of the sea air and with the darkness already intensifying, I headed home, which was just a hundred meters away.

****

Without understanding my own reaction, I entered the apartment and went straight to the television. Something drew me back to the award ceremony of the famous festival. Damn the time when Candance and all the nurses in that department decided to watch the arrival of the celebrities. Why did I have to see him at that moment, after fifteen years?

I sat down with a glass of wine in my hand and waited for the best actor category to be announced. Jack was the favorite. Despite not following his career, while I was on the boardwalk, I read about it. When he took the stage as the night's big winner and thanked the audience, I realized I had never forgotten him, not for a moment. Leaving him was the hardest decision of my life.

I didn't regret the choice. At the time, I forced myself to believe that he didn't love me enough to notice what was going on behind the scenes and under his own nose. I tried to relax by drinking the bottle of wine and lay down right after Jack left the stage. I lay down, exhausted, but memories of the past came and went. Fragments of a distant past. I remember that, after catching a glimpse of her face in my memory, the last words I whispered before falling asleep were: "Today I am Lily, doctor, neurological surgeon."

***

I woke up to Candance making noise in the kitchen. She rented apartment number two and shared it with two other nurses. Since we met, she has never had breakfast in her own apartment. The white blonde, of French nationality, was preparing pancakes.

"Good morning, Miss Sunshine" was the affectionate way she called me. She said that in the first year of residency, when I entered the hospital, all eyes turned to me. My friend says to this day that I glowed. - It looks like you had a private party here. "He said, lifting the empty wine bottle, I sat on the sofa, still sleepy."

"Yesterday was tense, it helped me relax. That's why I slept so well."

"That's not what your dark circles say. Lily, you're always tense. I need to repeat this to you every day, who knows, maybe you will believe and try to change."

I got up and gave her a firm kiss on the cheek, that was always how I made her shut up. I went to the bedroom, went into the bathroom and did my morning hygiene. After getting dressed appropriately for my run, I went back to the kitchen and sat down to drink coffee.

"How was the shift?" I asked, while she was looking at her cell phone, sitting at the table.

"Quiet. Some drunk after the festival party. Other crazy people got hurt when they jostled to see the artists. But overall, I even managed to get some sleep. And are you off today?"

"Yes, I'm going to run on the beach. Stay at home, clean up."

"Just don't wake me up, I need to sleep a little more."

"Yes, commander" I said laughing, "even though you don't live in my house, I'll try not to wake you."

I had a cup of coffee and got up and walked to the door.

"Aren't you going to eat the pancake? I did it with so much care." She told me, making a sad face.

"When I get back. With a full stomach, I won't be able to meet the day's goal."

"I'll leave it in the microwave."

"Thanks." I said, throwing an air kiss and leaving the apartment.

I ran along the boardwalk, two kilometers, and stopped scared. A crowd was gathered on the boardwalk in front of the Ritz Hotel. I thought it was an accident and was ready to help, but it wasn't that. Crazy women jostled to see someone in the window. They screamed, cried, almost tore their hair out.

Memories of a past, lived in these same conditions by me, came to the surface, but soon dissipated when I was bumped and ended up on the ground. The young woman was embarrassed and helped me up.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to knock you down." Said the teenager, no more than fifteen years old.

"What's going on here? You guys look crazy." I said, getting up irritated.

"Actor Jack Alton is at the hotel and will go out for a walk. It's a chance to see it up close. I'm sorry again." asked the girl.

"Alright, no problem. I only give you one piece of advice, stop living this illusion." He said, already crossing the street to go up the alternative route, a side street to the right of the hotel, where there was no one. I had a crazy urge to talk about the tactics actors used to deceive fans, like the one who pushed me. I just didn't do it because I had already given the message, I didn't want to make her more disappointed with the reality behind the scenes.

I climbed up the side of the Ritz. The intention was to bypass the hotel and return to the beach, along another side street, where there might not be any more crowds. As soon as I passed the garage, a speeding car came out and turned in the opposite direction to me. What caught my attention was the sudden braking that the driver gave right after turning right. I took the opportunity, even out of curiosity, to see if anything had happened, to tie my shoelaces and bend down.

I stopped, looked back, but the black windows prevented me from seeing anyone inside the vehicle. After packing my shoes, which took a little longer than usual, I continued on my way. There were still 4 km to complete the route. I told Candance: "it was only two", but I felt the need to run much more than that. The adrenaline was high, as well as a strange suspicion regarding the car that was parked there for a few seconds. The feeling was bad and, at the same time, a strange longing.

"What could it be?" That's what I asked all along the way.

I woke up feeling discouraged on the day of the trip to Cannes, France. Pietra, my newest girlfriend and actress too, without any projection yet, was just an escort and to show herself to the world, by my side, she wanted to take the opportunity to take a tour of Europe.

My heart sank, although I couldn't explain why. I had been nominated for the best actor award at the festival for my last film. This could consecrate me even more, despite already having an established career and money for several generations. But, since the day the list of nominees came out, even though the initial happiness appeared, the heart also sank.

I remember being at home alone. It gave me a crazy desire to drink whiskey, an addiction I acquired after some disappointments, but which with the rush of recordings, and some bad reviews, made me minimize it. I went to the bar, grabbed the most expensive bottle and opened it. Luckily, Pietra was arranging the last details for the trip, and I also didn't let her sleep at home every night, I didn't want a serious commitment. I took the first sip and the image of Sara came to mind. At the same time that I hated her, I loved her, and the memory was eating me up inside.

That's why, when it comes to love, I only loved one woman, who left without leaving a trace. From that day, fifteen years ago, I closed my heart, with no chance for any opening. Her image still came to mind as the plane flew across the Atlantic Ocean.

" Jack, are you daydreaming?" Pietra asked, handing me a glass of whiskey.

"I don't want to drink, Pietra. I drank a lot last night. I want silence. Can you give me that for a while?" I asked, lowering the back of the leather seat of the private jet that was taking us to the south of France.

"What animal bit you? He's been in a bad mood since yesterday morning. We're going to Europe, baby. Cheer up."

I did not answer. I put on my headphones, closed my eyes and fell asleep to the sound of Vivaldi. I woke up to the flight attendant bringing lunch. I was irritated, but the poor thing wasn't to blame for my annoyance. Another sudden tightness in the chest was causing this.

I had to hold back even more when Pietra came to show me a series of travel itineraries. The only way out was to pretend I was listening and pray that the hours would pass quickly. Luckily, a while later, Johny, the advisor and friend, brought the diary to go over the next day's commitments and shortly after we landed in Cannes. When I stepped on the ground, the feeling in my chest, for the third time, came back even stronger. I got into the car with a serious face and closed my eyes. I only came back to reality inside the hotel garage. At night, the storm was worse; I had to pretend I was sleeping when Pietra lay down next to me.

Work commitments started early: interviews, meetings with fans and lunch with the sponsor of the next film, who already had a contract signed to start recording in August. After all this, without even being able to stop to enjoy the blue Mediterranean Sea, I arrived in the room and Pietra was already ready and excited for the red carpet. The actor Jack came into action again, and I interpreted that he was great. She didn't deserve to pay because I didn't love her, nor because of the anguish she was feeling. In a tuxedo, I got out of the limousine, and although I liked acting, the sound of madness for a star was too shrill. Smiling fakely was even worse, but it was the life I chose. The night was mine; I won the prize, which was expected, but I was still unhappy. So I didn't go to any parties after the event.

The difficult part was convincing Pietra. I only managed it when I promised that the next day, just the two of us would go out. Our relationship was lukewarm on my part. The sex was good, and she was good company, but the cherry was missing, or the pepper.

"Jack, where are we going tomorrow? I'm curious. This place is beautiful, it has so much glamour." Said the actress excitedly, while packing a small bag in the room.

"I don't know, Pietra. Put whatever you need in the bag. I'll decide right away. The car is already in the garage, we will exit through the street behind the hotel. Now, can we go to sleep?"

"You go, my love. A woman's backpack needs several accessories." She said, kissing me on the lips.

Before she wanted anything else, I jumped on the bed and rolled over on my side. It took me a while to sleep, and I dreamed about Sara, something that hadn't happened in a long time. The setting was our old room; she was in front of the closet mirror, getting dressed for the Oscar ceremony. We exchanged one last kiss before she evaporated into the reality of the dream, and completely disappeared from my world, in real life, leaving a void in my heart, along with a shocking explanation in a letter.

"I need to escape this world of falsehood and rot."

***

I woke up scared and sweaty. Plus, I lost sleep. I went to the master suite room and only managed to sleep an hour later, with the sound of the television. In the morning, Pietra was electric with excitement as she drank coffee. After a bad night's sleep, I was already at the end of my patience, but I wasn't going to end the relationship in Cannes; I would leave that for a while after we returned to Los Angeles. He planned to give her a tour of Europe and then return to the routine of the life he had created.

That was the schedule, but we are never prepared for what will come. Johny rented a black sports car to avoid attracting attention. I dismissed the security guards. Wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a red cap, and Pietra in pink clothes, looking almost like Penelope Charms, we went down to the garage. The vehicle's tinted windows would prevent them from seeing us.

The advisor showed me the exit from the back. At that time, the exit was open only for me. It was six in the morning. The street seemed deserted; At least there were no cars. I turned right following the GPS command and saw a runner passing by. Pietra even spoke, gesturing.

"Speed up, love, you must be a crazy fan."

"Pietra, she's a runner, and she's on the other side of the street. He's not even looking at the car." I said, overtaking the woman and braking sharply just ahead.

My hands were sweating on the steering wheel, and my legs were shaking. It was her, I was sure. Sara ran like that. It was her.

"Jack, what happened? You are shaking."

I needed to calm down and start the car. I looked in the rearview mirror once again and saw that the girl was tying her sneakers, looking in the direction of the car. In profile, she didn't look like my ex-partner. She always liked short hair. It was just the illusion of longing that gnawed away.

I followed the road, towards our destination.

"Where are we going, love?" Pietra asked, now excited again. My hands had stopped shaking a little.

"To the Principality of Monaco."

"Hmm, it must be beautiful! I always think about the princess, who was once an actress."

"I'm glad you liked it, try to have fun," I said, already thinking about the breakup, but especially about the woman who looked like Sara.

I made a command to the brain telling it to speed up. I couldn't handle the anxiety. Who was that woman, who looked so much like Sara?

As I ran down the deserted street, I saw a car leave from the back. It was the scene I relived every minute before I got home. With the crowd in front, I was forced to deviate from the path. Damn timing because the deduction that the car was Jack's was confirmed with the sudden brake he gave as soon as I passed.

I tried to disguise it, showing my long, dark blonde hair, very different from the Sara that once existed. I got home an hour later. Candance was sprawled out on my couch. The shift was certainly exhausting, although she said it was peaceful just to reassure me. So after drinking my coffee, I couldn't take her upstairs. I only covered her to make her more comfortable.

The anxiety generated by the fear of being discovered has passed. I managed to push away these bad thoughts. The mysterious car had continued on its way. I tried to do other things within my routine on normal days: reading, studying, cooking – one of the great passions I acquired. While my friend snored, I made a cake and roast meat for lunch.

The aroma woke her for a moment, but then she fell asleep again. We only went to talk and have lunch at almost four in the afternoon.

"Awake, sleeping beauty. Not even today's roast, browned in garlic, woke you up."

"The shift was tense, very tense."

"Now he told the truth. I imagined it when I saw her stretched out on the sofa. Tomorrow is my day. Thirty-six hours inside a hospital." I said, serving a piece of meat.

"I didn't want you to worry about me. It seems like karma, every shift of mine, is chaos."

"It's not just you, I've had some terrible ones too."

"You were late in the race."

"More than normal, and do you know why? The actor, idol of crazy fans, is staying at the Ritz, on the beach. The hotel door was crowded, I had to go around the back."

"That big guy came out the window" asked Candance, blinking like Puss in Boots, "if I had known I would have run with you."

"No, but if he left, it was in a hidden black car and through the back garage exit, but" I said, hitting her hand. "Before you ask, I couldn't see anyone. The car's tinfoil was very dark."

"Hmm" complained the doctor, pouting" I'll leave it out because your food even makes me forget about the hot Jack Alton.

She was joy in the form of people. Despite calling herself French, in fact, she was also English. He fought to study medicine and meritoriously became head of the hospital's cardiology department. My heart, at times, felt bitter for not being able to share the secret I kept. This was particularly difficult when she spoke of the actor as an unconditional fan.

After lunch, she went home. I tidied the kitchen and, already in my pajamas, lay down in bed with a good relaxing book. The phone rang around eight at night, and it was from the hospital. When they called me on my day off, it was certainly because of a patient who was unwell.

"Hello, Lily speaking."

"Doctor. Sorry to call on your day off, but we have an urgent surgical case. The family wants the best neurologist, and the only one I know here in Cannes is you."

"I am going. Get an urgent MRI now. I'll be there in fifteen minutes, I'll take the cardiologist too."

I yanked Candance out of bed. We were crazy about surgery, no matter how tired we were, we always left rest aside. As soon as I entered the hospital, I noticed a crowd of doctors. They discussed diagnoses, talked about an accident and the procedure to be taken. I couldn't understand much.

Lacan, the director of the medical center who had called me, motioned for Candance and me to come closer.

"I'm glad you answered the call" said the doctor, wiping the sweat from his face. "There was an accident with the actor Jack Alton. He has a brain hemorrhage and trauma. The girlfriend arrived alive, but has just passed away. I need both of them now in the operating room. He is already prepared and the exams are in the room."

My legs felt like jelly and didn't respond. The only thought was to save the man I loved and still loved, the other thought was whether I would realize it.

I went to prepare, sanitize. It looked like an automaton. Candance just didn't realize why it was also on automatic. When I saw him lying on that table, I wanted to cry and scream. I took a deep breath and before starting, I asked them to play some music. Everyone was surprised because I claimed not to like classical music, but the patient loved Vivaldi and deserved it. During the next five hours I used every mental, spiritual and physical technique, as well as medical, to save him.

The cardiologist left so exhausted that she went to the doctors' room and slept. I went into the bathroom and sitting on the floor, without any shame or any fear of people seeing me, I cried, but not before telling the person in charge. I arrived at the reception, where there was a crowd of reporters and a thin, tall, blond man with green eyes nearby – very cliché. I assumed he was Jack's advisor. It wasn't the same as it was back then. Even so, I risked being recognized if Jack still had any photos or memories of me at his house.

The man turned towards me and walked to where I was. The press tried to follow, but he made a harsh gesture and arrived alone.

"Doctor, how is Jack? Don't lie, please."

"Sir..".

"Johnny. You can call me that."

"Johny," I said awkwardly, "the patient is still in danger. The next seventy-two hours are crucial. He had a brain hemorrhage and head trauma. The surgery was a success, it's up to him to react and want to live."

"I can see it, doctor."

"Just through the glass. Follow me, please."

I took him to ICU no. 03 and showed Jack lying down, with his head bandaged and on life support.

"I'll call his brother. He's desperate."

I swallowed hard, and my stomach bubbled with acid all over the walls. I took a deep breath and came to my senses once again.

"He will not be able to receive visitors for 72 hours, Mr. Johny."

"Yes I understand. He and his brother are very close, and I'm sure he'll come anyway. And I'm sure you'll obey any order you give me."

"I don't know that anymore" - was the first thought that crossed my mind - "he hates me, I'm sure of it"

I shook off this thought, shook my head and asked for permission. It was at that point that in the bathroom I cried even more and vomited all my anguish. What would I do? Jack's brother knew me. I was the head neurologist and had no more vacations to take that year. I would run away again, but how?

Despair took over me. I left the hospital alone, early in the morning. I drove aimlessly. I got home and locked myself in the room. Under the duvet, I continued to cry.

***

*Jack

A few hours before...*

I lost count of how many times Pietra asked why I stopped the car like that. Patience was getting shorter and shorter. I was already at the limit and when I accelerated the car even more on a curve, it was only then that she noticed my nervousness, and stopped for a while. The trip to Monaco meant nothing to me. We took a boat ride, had lunch at the best restaurant and went to the Casino. The desire was to drink until I dropped. The image of a woman who looked like Sara never left my head.

At the end of the afternoon, the actress even demanded a romantic dinner at a yacht restaurant, and soon after we hit the road back to Cannes. Dinner was already prepared, she had called the night before, without me knowing, she had spoken to Johny and found out the itinerary, despite pretending otherwise to the owner. When we arrived, I was pulled onto a deck covered in red rose petals and scented candles on the table.

"What does that mean, Pietra? I said I didn't want to come back late. The road to Cannes is dangerous."

"Relax, Jack. Look at this sea, the breeze. I know you don't love me, but I love you enough for both of us. I just want to appreciate the moment."

"I don't want to leave late. As I said, it is dangerous, full of curves, and it was in one of these that the actress who became a princess one day had an accident."

"You're ruining this dinner!"

"No, I'm just being realistic and pragmatic."

She was angry, but held back the tears. During dinner, silence reigned. I sensed anxiety in the air and was afraid of what might come as a surprise.

"Pietra, what is the real reason for all this?"

"The real reason is to try to make you love me at least a little. I know you're thinking about breaking up with me. I thought I could change his mind by showing love. Do you know what I want to know?" Pietra asked, drinking the champagne in one gulp.

I shook my head no.

"What stops you from loving, Jack? Who made your heart bleed like this? You can never keep a commitment to anyone. He's a great actor, a millionaire, but, in reality, a sad and bitter man."

I took a deep breath and realized I wasn't angry at the words. Pietra was right, and I admired her. She was a great friend and lover. I felt it was time to reveal the cause of my sadness. I took the glass from her hand and downed it in one go.

"You will drive." She seriously reprimanded me.

"I just need that encouragement. I think highly of her, she is a great woman and deserves to know the answer to the question she asked me."

She placed her hand over mine, it was more of a gesture of comfort and encouragement.

"I'll tell you during the trip. I want to get through the worst part while it's still clear."

We got in the car an hour later. For a moment, I remained with my eyes closed, still standing in the parking lot. Then I started at the same time I started talking.

"You know that I started my acting career as a child. And very quickly I became famous for the interpretations I made. When I turned eighteen, I was invited to do a romantic comedy, and the contract said that I would select the actress who would play opposite me. The producers selected some rising young women, but none of them acted with love. So, they opened a competition at the school where I studied. It was three exhausting days of watching auditions until I saw her. Her name was Sara. We fell in love quickly; within two months, we were already living together. We managed to hide it from the media so that she could progress in her career, without being linked to me. Five years later, she received a nomination for the Academy's top prize as best supporting actress, but I didn't know that, to do so, she had to be destroyed as a person. At least that's what I imagine, based on the only sentence she left written in a farewell note on the day of the awards ceremony."

"I was still a teenager, but I remember this actress. You guys dated."

"We not only dated, we got married."

I finished counting without realizing I was crying. Pietra was embarrassed and sad, I saw her take off her belt and jump into the back seat.

"What are you doing, crazy woman? Come back here and put your seat belt on. We are foreigners, what if the police catch us."

Before I finished speaking, I only saw a flash of light just after a sharp curve, and then nothing else. It was a truck, with the driver driving on medication. He hadn't slept for more than a day, crossing the roads of Spain and France to get to Italy and deliver his cargo. He just didn't imagine the consequences that his act would bring, including him also losing his own life.

I still remember keeping my eyes open for a while. I heard some voices, and the lights and sirens were increasing in volume every second.

"Sir, are you listening to me."

I couldn't respond, my eyes insisted on closing. I tried to turn my head, but I couldn't. I was looking for the woman who was next to me. I didn't see her.

"Boss, the woman was thrown out of the car."

This sentence made my heart race and from that moment on I only woke up a while later, with the news of a great loss.