Rotten meat
Vice looked around Ivan's room one more time, making sure he hadn't missed anything. But he hadn't. He was sure the contents of that desk had only survived because whoever had cleaned out all traces of him wasn't aware the top slid open.
He doubted Rodrigo had set foot in it a single day since Ivan's death. Most likely the door was locked only to discourage Melissa from trying to get in. He hoped she never did. It was better if she thought her son's room had been preserved just as he'd left it.
It was better if she never saw it all stripped bare, as if he had never lived there.
Vice wasn't a parent -- and was too young to even consider something like that --, but he knew it must hurt to lose a child and not have even the comfort of an used piece of clothing to touch, and try and remember their scent.
Rodrigo had really done his best to erase Ivan.
Except by creating Ivo.
What was that all about?