The rain leaking through the ceiling had become part of your life—no longer just weather, but a slow, steady reminder of everything falling apart.

Each drop echoed into the metal pot beside Bruno’s mattress, counting hunger instead of time.

Your son burned with fever, too weak to move, while your daughter quietly played nearby, unaware of how serious things had become. The fridge was empty. The bills were overdue. And there was no one left to help—your ex had disappeared years ago, leaving nothing behind.

That morning, you kissed Bruno’s hot forehead and promised to return with something better than medicine… even though you didn’t know how.

You spent hours walking through the city, asking for work—restaurants, shops, anywhere—but no one wanted you. Desperation followed you everywhere, growing heavier with every rejection.

Then, outside a café, you overheard a conversation.

A wealthy man—paralyzed, difficult, impossible to please—needed a caretaker. The pay was high, but no one could last.

You stepped inside anyway.