The morning everything was lost was clear and cold. One of those mornings that warns of nothing. Daniel had stayed behind because he was off that day, and she had gone out to pick up a couple of things from the pharmacy and some bread. She wore her red scarf, the same one she always said made her look like a political poster. She shouted from the door that he had better stop drinking coffee on an empty stomach or his own body would kill him before life did.

Those were the last whole words he heard from her.