Little Footsteps

Memories:

Remembering the last week before the accident, Paula felt fear and shame. All this seemed like a horror story, Paula could not recognize herself. She thought of everything that happened as if someone else had done it. Paula remembered having those terrible thoughts that poisoned her soul and heart. The week before what she called «the accident» something had exploded inside her...

Paula remembered that morning she got up late and was horrified when she remembered her thoughts of the previous day because she had decided that the boy had to disappear from her life forever because she couldn't stand seeing his face again and also not hearing him cry, later she would take care of her husband, a hypocrite and damn unfaithful. They had betrayed her.

"No, that couldn't be me," she whispered as tears fell down her face. "How could she think of doing that? She loved her family."

Her life had been a nightmare and the nightmare continued.

What had lit the bomb wick? She didn't know, or maybe there were so many things that she couldn't suspect.

The day the tragedy occurred began like any other, Paula got up and went to breakfast without understanding why her husband had locked himself in the room with the child, ignoring her, leaving her abandoned and alone.

She didn't even remember the night before, but now she understood ... Maybe she had had a psychosis attack. Her mind was disconnected to hell from her reality, it didn't work well then, or at least what a doctor could classify as «normal»

Did she have a demon asleep inside her until then? Had it woken up then when she reached the limit of her patience?

Afterwards she went to work, there she was quite distracted thinking about Franco, about his infidelity, about the betrayal of his friend, about the rejection of her little son and at that moment he asked herself: Why didn't everyone go to hell? She didn't need them. Paula had no memories of what she had done there, only of her thoughts.

When Paula came home she found them watching television. She did not realize that they were happy to see her, but believed the opposite because she had reached a point where she saw only what she wanted to see.

She took off her clothes and started showering, completely ignoring her son's crying from the bottom floor of the house. She had been calm, feeling the water slide down her face until the soap slipped from her hand and fell to the floor. She went behind it to pick it up. She got out of the shower and walked to the door.

Then she heard her husband speaking from their room. Paula opened the door a little to listen better because she deduced that Franco was talking to Erika on the phone, and she was not wrong.

"I can't go now, she's here," said. His voice was barely above a whisper, he was worried. "I cannot tell her! Not now! This is not the right time!"

Then something happened in Paula's mind, the crack opened. She had never felt so much anger before. Paula took the towel and went out to the room where Franco was.

"What do you want to tell me?" he asked with forced calm.

He jumped when he saw her because he had not seen her enter, then he turned towards her while hanging up the phone but unfortunately Erika's voice was heard and with that Paula verified that she was not wrong.

"Nothing," Franco hesitated.

"You are talking to Erika!" Paula screamed, throwing the soap at her husband's head.

Franco decided to tell her the truth.

"Yes, wait, calm down!"

"I'm not going to calm down! You have been with her! You slept with her, you fucking degenerate! And maybe you did it in front of your own son! I hate you! I hate you! How could you do that to me?"