Still not realizing how much time has passed since Susan's death, you still came to the wake. There was a heavy atmosphere inside, at least that was what it was for you, and that's why you decided to stay away, not wanting to seem too strange. You needed some solitude to collect your thoughts. Having gathered your strength, you decided to go wash your hands and, if necessary, your face.

After going to the toilet, you were just about to wash your hands and wash your face when you suddenly heard faint sobs. It probably wasn't strange, but it still aroused suspicion. You noticed Susan's brother Max in the corner, looking broken, trying to hide his sadness. His face was pale and his eyes were red from crying.

When he noticed you, his expression changed for a moment, but he quickly returned to his usual mask of calm. "Is something wrong?" "What is it?" he asked, although there was uncertainty in his voice. You knew the question didn't make sense; he knew what was going on, and overwhelming grief weighed on both of us. Max's gaze spoke without words: he was trying to cope with the terrible reality, but the emotions were stronger.