"The meaning of life lies in the smiles of your children."
Abe told me that, right before hanging up. This is the first time we've spoken in months, and I could practically smell the alcohol in his breath through the phone. When I opened the door to find him, he was already there waiting for me in his car, passed out in front of the steering wheel with an empty bottle of Cacique by his side.
Are the rumors true? Is he working with the collectives?
If that's the case, I want nothing to do with this.
May God have mercy on our souls.