Victoria was seated on the edge of the bed.

She was holding those two ideas in her head. Like the classical story of the little angel and the little devil on each shoulder; but the difference was considerable and it resided in the fact that whichever of the decisions she took, it would hurt her. Only one of them would hurt her without hurting her family. Though, for a short period of time. Everything in that head was ephemeral.

"Again, Victoria? Are you seriously going to make your family go through this?"

But what other chance did she have?

"Good morning" he approached from behind her waist. She always found this so sweet… like almost every woman.

"Hi" she tried to fake a smile, which she did fine but just not with him.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Nothing, just I didn't sleep well last night."

"Oh, what a surprise" he smiled. God, that smile. She had waited so much time to see it again every morning, just like this, just for her… sometimes life isn't fair. She knew too well about that. And sadly, she was convinced. But that's not what she taught to her children and at least she was proud of that.

"How's Charlotte?"

"Ah, I don't know, I didn't check up on her when I woke up." she said, distracted. And worried.

"When did she have the next ecography?"

"Next week."

He smiled for himself at the words of Victoria.

She wished she could tell him… It was like the words were pushing her throat forward creating a knot inside.

"I… " She felt like the words escaped and she didn't realize it. "I think I should come back to the doctor."

"Why?"

"I am not feeling okay."