He carried the documents in a simple envelope and placed them on the
same table where Isabel had left the first letter.
"Review them with whomever you want before signing anything," he said.
Adrian took the envelope.
He did it without rushing.
The object was almost the same as the one that had started it all: folded paper inside an envelope.
But this time nobody was using a letter to secretly decide their life.
The decision was in their hands.
Literally.
Isabel watched Gabriel.
—Are you staying for dinner?
It took him a second to respond.
Not because he doubted what he wanted, but because he understood what it meant that she had asked.
—If I'm not bothering you.
Adrian left the documents on the table.
—You can help with the firewood.
Gabriel barely smiled.
—That I do know how to do.
Adrian walked towards the door and, for the first time, Gabriel followed him out without feeling like he was following a stranger.
