damian

We were married, we had a 7-year-old daughter, she needed a heart transplant which we waited for 3 years and it was tomorrow
That night we threw her a party. I invited my best friend (who was very close to me and I never knew how to set boundaries with her) and she dared me to cancel tomorrow's transplant to go to the snowy mountains with her, a ridiculous childish promise that... I accepted

I drugged you and you woke up the next day at noon. Your heart was given to another child and Isadora, our daughter, was very, very ill.

I sent you a message, a picture of the mountains with Liza, my "friend" whom I sometimes kissed, justifying it by saying it was nothing.
—We're fine, I'll be back tomorrow