Intro. "It had been twenty minutes that I was standing there. With back to the wall, helmet on the arm, leather jacket still smelling the road. Waiting for the right moment."
"She was sitting in the cafeteria, laughing with the attendant, with that light way. Easy smile, cup of tea in your hands. The woman I should erase. Pity. She was beautiful. But I'm not paid to find beauty. I am paid to eliminate problem. And hers was called husband."
"I had already imagined ten ways to make it look like an accident. But then she got up. He took a small bag, paid the bill, and walked lightly, almost dancing. In hand, a folded paper. A little wrinkled. I almost walked again… until the wind opened the paper for a second. And I saw. That blurred image. An ultrasound. A tiny heart stamped in the center."
"She smiled on her own, as a secret. I held that piece of paper as those holding the whole world."
" and I stopped. Not by mercy. Not out of kindness. But because, for some reason that