Chaos erupted immediately. Someone rushed toward the administration office. Another employee called emergency services. Ana Clara’s mother stood up crying, and Gustavo took a step forward before stopping with a rigidity that Marcos would never forget.
In pain, there are details that are recorded as evidence.
Gustavo didn’t look at the belly. He looked at the door. Then he looked at the blue folder. Then he looked at Marcos like someone trying to gauge how much another person knows.
The sirens arrived a few minutes later. The sound came through the glass doors and cut through the room. The paramedics from SAMU came down with bags, gloves, and a haste that turned the funeral into a medical scene.
One of them asked for space. He placed a sensor on Ana Clara’s belly. For a few seconds there was nothing. Only interference, held breaths, and the buzzing of lights.
