Chapter 72 - Mariano (1)
I'm convinced that my wife has some kind of superhuman powers.
I don't know. Maybe it's just me, but the longer I've known her the more I find proof that she is.
She's the only person I've ever had the feeling of serenity. I've drawn my whole life using graphite and charcoal where the only hues are dark. They might be in different shades but they're mostly just dark. For a long time, I've loved those colors. And it shows on the stuff that I own. For me, they're calming. Familiar.
Perhaps too familiar.
When I was a kid, my father once locked me in a basement similar to the cells in the dungeon under the guards' cottage. It was so dark, I couldn't see what was around me or what kind of room I was in. For all I know there could be skeletons or ghosts there.