CHAPTER 737. IN MY NEXT LIFE. A Good Boy

There were things in the world that hurt, and then there was this. That feeling that he had to curl her up against his body and protect her like a cocoon because there was nothing in the world as difficult as saying goodbye to the woman he loved. He didn’t know if he cried, if he screamed, if what was coming from his chest were sobs or curses or…

And he didn’t know how many hours passed until the cabin door opened with a soft sound, and Peter opened his eyes to see his mother crouching in front of him, on the other side of the bed.

"Can you get up, sweetheart? Can you... let me hold her for a little while?" Noémi asked as gently as if her son were six years old again.

"I don’t want to," he heard himself sob, and she nodded.

"I know, but I promise she’ll be safe with me, alright?" his mother whispered, and Peter barely registered the arms lifting him from the bed, helping him stand, wrapping a thick blanket around his shoulders.

His father’s fac